AM, of course, watches her like a hawk, curious to see her reactions. He can read people fairly well; as a businessman, he had to, even if the actual "business" part of his work was what he hated, in comparison to the actual research and development. Besides, he knows very well the signs of fear, having seen them in their extremes so many times.

He nearly salivates with this power he has over both her and the victim, noting how she can't even look him in the eye. Trapped. She knows it's either she help AM or she become his next victim. A rock and a hard place.

But, she admitted to enjoying it, didn't she? She's in prison, after all...

"Well, let's see..." He walks over to the array of tools, hands hovering over them like a surgeon. Finally he comes to an incredibly sharp saw. It's something Abigail could easily attack AM with if she wanted to, one of the reasons why AM has a gun on his belt hidden beneath his blood-soaked apron. (After all, he has to be prepared in case any of his victims try anything funny.)

"Cut something off of him," he says, holding out the saw to Abigail. The victim moans, trying to beg her not to, along with telling her to run and get help. It's all a muffled sort of mess.