Abilene's smile brightened on her face as Rose recognized her. She was a young woman now and she was quite pretty, in Abilene's opinion. "Yes, it's true," she replied, beaming, to Rose's mostly-rhetorical question, then answered the next, "I wanted to settle down somewhere quieter than London, where I've been living for many years, and I have fond memories of Whitby, so I came back here." She brushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear absentmindedly as the breeze brushed it around her face. "How have you been? It's so good to see you again."