It feels surreal to her looking at the severed thumb laying on the floor - now that it's not attached, it doesn't look like it's a part of a person at all, just an oddly shaped piece of meat. It makes it a little easier, until she hears the muffled screams of the victim again knowing that she's caused them.

Abigail steals a glance up at AM, and it's very clear that he's pleased. She can't help the smile that breaks over her face at realising that, an expression that's somehow very pure despite the atrocity that's caused his approval. She's slipping back into a role that's familiar, comfortable in a way, and she knows that she's missed having this sort of connection.

She grabs the limb that she'd taken the thumb off of, resting her palm on the back of the hand in a way that would look tender in another situation, before tightening her grip and beginning to saw through the man's forearm.