Abby thinks she can remember that, thinking of one too many instances where boys had earned a kick to the groin, but knows that Korra is more of an expert than her and if she wants to write it down, she'll let her write it down. This is a hell of a favour, after all.

She both watches and listens intently to Korra, trying to not get too caught up in the fact it feels kind of fucking awesome to have someone care about her safety enough to want to do something about it. "I think I've got the loudness down," Abby says. Though she's guilty of mumbling at times, she knows how to yell if the situation calls for it. "Eyes, nose, ears, neck, groin, knees... legs? Does the order matter?"