Abigail sensed the creature wanted them closer, even before it made the gesture.   Her eyes focused on those long fingers and she imagined how tiny her hand would look in his.  The slightest contact would feel like she was giving the stranger monster power over her and yet there was a strange sensation that she was supposed to go him, as if it was destined to happen.  She slowly looked up to its head and took a few trembling steps closer, moving from being behind Will to standing next to him.   

"I'm so sorry, Will.  I always get too close." 

Between her father, Hannibal and Leo, she always trusted the most dangerous ones.  She even sought them out for that familiar bond or the feeling that they could understand her and help her to overcome her nightmares.  She stretched her arm out with her hand reaching for the creature's hand.   She stopped herself just before her fingers reached its talons.    She pulled her arm back and reached for Will's hand instead.

"How does it know us?"