"You aren't the enemy! You are Sam Hanna!" she said, feeling increasingly frustrated that the powers that be couldn't get it into their heads the difference between hitting someone trying to kill and hitting someone she knew wouldn't harm her. "You're a smiling, cheerful guy who teases me when I hug Callen first not some crazed lunatic!"
Dropping her hands from her face she glared at him. "No, apparently my job is the get us the hell out of here because if I don't everyone is going to die and it's all my fault," Abby said. "But instead I'm here training skills I'm not going to be using in the field because I'm never going out into the field instead of working on our problem. Do you honestly want wait 20 weeks before I'm able to even begin to take a crack at it?"