Abigail turns the wrench over in her hands, thinking how heavy it felt compared to the hunting knife, trying to envision herself whacking it at their pursuers and wondering if she had enough brute strength to hit it hard enough to do considerable damage. It had been much easier with a blade - too easy - but no, these were mechanical monsters and she most certainly needed to defend herself against them, it was completely different to the ambiguity she still felt over Boyle's death.

She swings it in front of her a couple of times to get the feel of it.

"Bail out to where?"