The mystery woman was expecting an answer from this young girl, but she didn't expect a sword to be placed at her throat. Looking upon the silver (and greatly finished) blade, her gaze trailed up to the Englishman looking upon her with a stone-cold glare. Hearing his order, she coolly let the medallion fall from her hand, as she raised both of them up halfway, and stepped away from Abigail's laying form, to her full height of five-foot, seven. "Abigail", she heard what appeared to be the governor exclaim, as he kneeled down to help the girl to her feet. "Are you alright?", he continued while wrapping his coat around her form to at least keep her warm from the cold water dripping from her damp self.