"Naoto? Well..." Abby thought about Cyril's question long and hard as they continued down the streets of Trespiano, "I haven't had a chance to really talk to him but he seems like a good guy. Kind of dorky and not really boss material, but he's nice. I think... I've learned I'm not the best with guessing how people really are." The blond stated this last part with a disheartened voice. She didn't like thinking about why she was in this little town in the first place. Yeah, it had been a lot more fun than she had expected but it still wasn't home. Even if home was where she faced the hard truth of backstabbing friends. 

Abby swallowed that thought down. No, her friends had a good reason for not speaking up. Friends were supposed to stick together, through the bad and good times. Yet, in the back of her mind, a tiny little question kept prodding her; why weren't they shipped off somewhere like she was? Shaking her head, she turned back to face Cyril and Daisuke.

"Why are you asking? It's obvious you don't like him. Trying to find out if others feel the same way?" Abby asked, a hint of spite in her voice. She didn't like how much Cyril was always on Naoto's case. She wasn't sure where he was coming from whenever he yelled at the pink-haired boy, but that still didn't give him a right to act like such an ass. Another nice thing about Trespiano was that she didn't have to care about keeping up appearances to stay popular. If she thought about it, she'd never hang out with such a strange array of people back home. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe bad since she had gotten herself in the mafia. Yet, why wasn't she that upset about it? 

Too much thinking, not enough judging. She waited for Cyril's answer with the most heated glare she could muster (which really wasn't much).