Ian grinned. "I like the way you think. Alright. Do your thing."
Abigail coughed and slowly walked over to the Plasma guards. "Hello? Might you be able to help me? I've lost my mother, and I'm really scared..." She said in a slight British accent, beginning to cry. After a minute or two, she led the tricked guards into an alley where she merely knocked them out, tying their hands together. "I believe that should work!" Abigail laughed a little as she walked back to Ian, getting her hat out of the bag.
