"Yikes, hi, Naga," Abby says, laughing, walking closer until Korra, too, is in sight. She's not really sure what to expect from this self defense lesson, but it can hardly hurt, and if she's going to trust anyone to know what they're talking about, it's Korra. She's a little breathless by the time she arrives, probably a sign that she could use the lesson for general fitness, too. "Hey, Korra."