She wanted to explore but the way he holds back is a silent warning. Tuning in just in time, she doesn't move an inch, but does place her palm on the arch of the doorway, rubbing at the old stone. Looking her fill of the ceiling still.

"No," is the honest if reluctant answer, because it's pretty easy to tell that something terrible happened in here. Abby used to get the same feeling with old buildings full of infected, when you set one foot inside and you just fucking know. "What is it?"