When Abigail smiles, it looks... genuine. AM has seen many smiles in his lifetime: the polite, fake smiles often seen in business dealings, and the scared, nervous expressions made in desperation - those are the most common ones. His victims would smile in nervousness, in a desperate attempt to appease him and hope to spare themselves torture.

Maybe there is some of that in Abigail. AM wouldn't blame her. After all, if she didn't like this, she would have been his next victim. But he thinks he sees genuine happiness in her expression. She did, after all, admit to enjoying what she did with her father.

The victim is obviously tense, moaning in pain, but relaxes ever so slightly when Abigail grabs his hand. Of course, that doesn't last long, before his screams start to echo off the walls once more.

AM, though, quickly stops her as blood starts to pour out of the wound. "Stop! Hang on!"

If she does stop, though, all he does is wrap a tourniquet on the man's arm just above the incision site. "Don't want him to bleed to death, after all..."

But he steps back right after to let Abigail continue.