Without taking her eyes off of her, Abby slips her hand into her left pocket. Her fingers press against the edge of a coin, nail catching the thin grooves in the metal; it wasn't her purse that she was worried for, only this specific thing, which is still where she put it.

She doesn't relax.

"Then what are you announcing it for?"

She gives the would-be thief a good up-down. Abby is a tall person, broad-shouldered and hard in the jaw. It is all too easy for her to look extremely unfriendly whenever she wants to; right now, she does.