"I'd like that. Are there really plenty of ways?" Abigail asked curiously. She might have known that once; at least the idea that there were methods of self-defense beyond panic or giving up. The events in her past had changed that. She felt as if she had no options at the end. If she ran, he would have found her. If she fought back, it would have been worse. She took a look around and walked towards the trees. They did make good targets and reminded her a bit of her hunting grounds back home in the Minnesota forests. "Even if it's someone you know? Someone that loves you?" She asked as she marked an x on the tree.