Abed smiled, but only slightly. In the company of strangers, he often had trouble telling whether people were laughing with him or at him. It was usually a safe bet to just smile.
Reading her response, he finally started to feel relaxed, and his smile widened a bit as he started typing back.
You never know. You look like a classic princess, but you could be a Badass Damsel. Besides, I’m really pretty weak. And I never doubt the power of a woman with a knife.
Achilles, Olympus, Hephaestus... Foreign words, words that kind of rang a bell in Abed’s head, but not quite. It sounds like a story, he typed. Like a really old story. But hey, good for you for stealing the guy’s knife. Sounds like a Badass Damsel to me.