Abigail's head only served to twitch ever so slightly as the midnight bell rang, widening one eye to gaze into this newly-arrived woman's eyes. Light giggles escape her mouth as she takes a seat. The art and statues were a nice sight, but to her, the aesthetics were a bit plain and boring compared to certain visions she saw in her dreams, the visions the voices gave her.<br/><br/>She welcomed the host's presence and hospitality with her own brand of politeness, following her directions, eager for a fine meal that would likely come soon.<br/><br/>"Our conversations... I can tell that they will be interesting," she says to the lovely host, "the sooner we start, the sooner we can know what awaits us..."