[Backstage, people are hurridly preparing for the second act, albeit a bit more nervously than usual, due to the threats of attack. Still, there's an unmistakable sense of relief that the crowd not only isn't throwing things or walking out, but seems to be enjoying the show.] * Abby is just groaning and wishing they could actually go to their dressing room as she stands near Josie and rubs his face. [Josie is positively beaming. "Did you hear them? They *like* it! We might actually last past the end of the week!"] * Abby then stops groaning and clears his throat. "Ah... yes. It's certainly working out... surprisingly well." And, ah, hopefully you are alright. With the tumble. ["Please, that was great." She smirks. "I hope you don't mind my extra burst of enthusiasm. Your hands okay?"] * Abby nods slightly. "Yeah." HE then smirks slightly and adds, "Soft landing zone." He chuckles a little, but it trails off pretty quickly and he works his hands a bit nervously. [She laughs, feigning offense. "Not a nice thing to say to a lady."] ["Keep talking like that, and I won't let you rub them all better after the show." She winks, and wanders off to change costumes.] * Abby looks after her as she walks, then murmurs quietly, "Because it's fun. I mean, for me." He starts to walk after her somewhat, not sticking to her, but... well, there is this job thing to do. * Abby picks up the comm thing too, one supposes, carefully looks it over on a quiet volume, then puts it away as she looks around to make sure nobody's springing an attack on the two of them.