Abigail folded her arms across her chest, but decided she didn't like that position so she put both of them on her hips.  It made her feel like her mother, but in a good, I can get this done if everyone wouldn't bother with things like facts sort of way.  "Of course I can fight!"  It wasn't exactly a snap, more of what a snap would've been had there been any amount of confidence behind it.  "If I couldn't then why would I be here trying to join a pirate crew."

She wasn't aware of what was going on behind her, tension with the cards, until the noise started.  It happened so fast one second everyone was angry, just what you'd expect at a bar, and the next thing she knew people were firing and someone was coming at her with a sword.  She wasn't sure what what type of the sword it was, but she wasn't certain the fact wouldn't matter when it made its way into her ribs.  So she side stepped int and drew her own sword.  "Look see.  I'm not dead.  That's a start, right?"