Abby let out a little yelp as Andy nearly went running off a cliff. 

"You're insane!" she said, dodging out of the way as he fell backward. He didn't seem hurt; he didn't even seem scared. Abby sighed and made a noise somewhere between anger and concern. Only belatedly did she remember that, even if Andy had taken a leap, he would have been all right eventually. She inched closer to the edge, wary. The fall seemed fairly steep, though it was climbable, as Cam was proving. Making the slow descent seemed grueling; perhaps Andy had been on to something, and jumping really was the way to go. If Abby hadn't been such a coward, she might have tried it.

She glanced upward, upon the city brimming with light. It was as beautiful at night as it seemed strange under daylight. Tearing her eyes away from the spectacle, Abby turned her attention back to her companions and realized Ricardo had just asked about her.

"I'm here," she said, hanging her legs over a ledge to begin her dainty descent. Climbing, she imagined, was difficult enough even with the proper gear; she was doing it barefoot and in a skirt. She'd been through enough pain for one day, so she would do it slowly. Anyone who found that funny would find themselves on the wrong her of whatever weapons she could get her hands on; here, she could show them her wrath without lasting consequences. 

"So, where do we go from here?" she said, pressing her feet against the cold stone and shifting her weight to the surface below. "Did any of you see any hologram-person-thingy who told you what to do next?"