[And jump, she does, perhaps alarmingly high considering there's no leverage point to propel her into the air, but she springs up in a height befit of a gymnast, body much lighter than it looks as she clasps Colette's wrists like a trapeze artist her bar.
Abigail swings up her legs out of reach of the frantic robots gathering below them.]
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Abigail swings up her legs out of reach of the frantic robots gathering below them.]
Can't you go faster?