[The chains are terrifying to Abigail, weighing her down and making her think her fear of being arrested for her father's crimes has come true. It takes an effort for her to simply to remain on her feet when she is thrown into the room. She stares at her surroundings. It's very different than the room where Jack Crawford interrogated her. So fancy. Is it a court room? Someone had said something about a prisoner? Was that her? She tries to meet the gaze of the man in gold, and then looks down at the ground, trembling.]
I didn't do it.
[She knows not to say what the 'it' was. It could be for the crimes of her father, or for killing Nicholas Boyle, or for pushing Dr. Bloom out a window. She wouldn't admit to anything.]
Don't I get a lawyer or something?
[She looks up again slowly, forcing herself to look at the man in gold and give him her best look of innocence.]
no subject
I didn't do it.
[She knows not to say what the 'it' was. It could be for the crimes of her father, or for killing Nicholas Boyle, or for pushing Dr. Bloom out a window. She wouldn't admit to anything.]
Don't I get a lawyer or something?
[She looks up again slowly, forcing herself to look at the man in gold and give him her best look of innocence.]
Please. I didn't do anything wrong.