"I don't mind." Abigail replied. She'd been using knives as long as she'd been hunting. She'd never thrown them though. "It'll be cool to see what you can do."
The elevator arrived and Abigail stepped inside. "I had a knife, not for a weapon, a hunting knife. My dad had one too. We carved the handles ourselves." A little mention of her father had to be okay. She hadn't mentioned his other type of hunting or how she'd been made to help him. Or what she'd done to Nicholas Boyle. "They were beautiful." She wouldn't mention how she could identify them by scent. At least not yet. Those details needed a bit or warm up.