“I mean I’m trying to get to the training rooms to meet up with Abby, and I’m lost!” Summer raised her eyebrows a little, essaying a self-deprecatory smile.
A slight tilt to the head indicated he had no idea who she was talking about. Abby. Abby who? “Your friend, she’s an Agent?” He hoped so. “Well this is a big place- I’m sorry, who are you?”
“I’m looking for Abby Logan. Telepath?” Summer sighed, starting to wonder if she’d even get there before Abby decided she’d been stood up and just left. “Never mind. Can you just, I don’t know, escort me to the training rooms?”