[ abigail doesn't just give off the vibe of skittish baby animal, she encompasses it. she is a skittish baby animal. with her hands twined together in front of her chest, elbows out, she looks like a delicate little bird about to take flight.
a shrike, maybe.
she's surprisingly used to being escorted places, considering she usually had dr bloom taking her places. or will. or... well, she's wound up incredibly used to having a chaperone, even after a while of being on her own, she fell back into the familiar ease of having someone tell her what to do. the blindfold was new and uncomfortable, but abigail dealt with it.
now she is standing in front of a man who is, quite possibly, more intimidating than hannibal. which is saying something considering her last memory. she doesn't say anything, though, simply twisting her fingers in apprehension. ]
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a shrike, maybe.
she's surprisingly used to being escorted places, considering she usually had dr bloom taking her places. or will. or... well, she's wound up incredibly used to having a chaperone, even after a while of being on her own, she fell back into the familiar ease of having someone tell her what to do. the blindfold was new and uncomfortable, but abigail dealt with it.
now she is standing in front of a man who is, quite possibly, more intimidating than hannibal. which is saying something considering her last memory. she doesn't say anything, though, simply twisting her fingers in apprehension. ]