Abigail hesitates for a second, wondering what exactly she's signing up for. The closest she can imagine is the time Hannibal fed her magic mushrooms, and she's not sure how she feels about that in hindsight. Still, she'll take anything at this point to make her time here more bearable, to go to any place other than here. She reaches out and takes Nadine's offered hand.

"Do I have to click my heels or something?"