If there's one thing she knows about King, it's that he's one resilient son of a bitch. Still, she worries.

"Maybe you could convince him to teach karate at the Y," she comments easily, fighting the smile that wishes to start its ascent over her features, her eyes telling their own silent story even as her lips stay stoic.

Exhaling, she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, becoming antsier the closer they draw to shore. Abby doesn't miss his own concerned once over, glad that her teammate isn't slacking on the job even with a tropical island in sight. "Anything's possible when it comes to him. My father always said he was special. Summers would know better..."

Her voice trails and she grows quiet, allowing him the room to stretch his commentary out for some more walking about.