A nod as she took hold of the proffered arrow, notching it easily and then bringing the bow up as she drew the string back. She pause a moment, studying the target before, taking aim, she let the arrow fly loose.
Abby wouldn't be competition for the great Robin Hood any time soon, but she was decent, if she did say so herself. Her arrow had hit the target, and, though not the bullseye, had managed to land her shot fairly close to the center.
"Like I said," she commented, turning to face Robin once more. "I haven't done this in a few years."