Abby's gaze jumps from the ceiling to him immediately, and she frowns. Digesting the words. Eventually she asks, "... Test them for what?" Sounding like she doesn't really want to know the answer to that. But she should, right? It's important to know.

She looks at the room again. The shine has rubbed off it, knowing this (he said young mages, and she can't help but think about Lev and Yara). Abby sets her jaw. She folds her arms across her chest, briefly hugging herself. "Didn't anybody try to stop them?"