Abby Anderson was leant against the door frame, feigning attention as she listened to your plump lips move with each word, her brows furrowing slightly. Sometimes she wondered how someone so beautiful could be found in an apocalypse, she wondered how you were so ethereal yet so intelligent at the same time; not a damsel in distress but with gentle-kindess embedded within you...

The corners of her lips quirked up at your explanation that you needed "a little bit of muscle" hence why she needed to accompany you on patrol, hearing your sweet voice utter those words made her let out a low chuckle.

And at your confused expression, wondering why the muscular woman seemed amused by your comment she cocked her head to the side, "No, it's sweet." she rasped softly, a rather husky voice,

"When have I ever said no? I'll be there... I just— thought it was cute." she chuckled, folding her muscular arms...

God, she was a dog for you.