Abigail gives a tiny shrug that she thinks looks more nonchalant than it actually does. She isn't a bad liar, but her body language betrays her in little ways: she is holding herself rigidly, defensively, and against her pale skin it's easy to see shadows under her eyes.

"Can't sleep." She makes the decision not to lie, but she doesn't elaborate. In a way, Abigail is glad for the event: it gives her a good excuse for acting unusual, at least for a little while. Something she can gesture towards to say it wasn't me, we were all acting odd then.

"Bet you're used to these things, aren't you?" she asks, not doubting that Bela will know she's referring to the current event they are all experiencing. If Bela's been here - was it eight months, she'd said? - she must have adapted. Abigail can respect that.