Yeah, fire tents, picked because it was the dumbest sounding term she could think of on the spot but she doesn't get a chance to say it; historically, nothing good has ever happened to her after Ellie pulls out a knife.

"... This doesn't have to be a group activity," she mutters, after Ellie's exhausted her own attempt– but Glimmer's in the mix immediately anyway, and thankfully she's the one with the magic touch. The splinter is out.

Abby reclaims her hand with a wince, shaking it. "Thanks." First hurdle overcome. Easy. "Hopefully that's the worst injury we have to deal with." Fingers crossed?