Abigail counted the dogs as she returned to the apartment, just to make sure she hadn't lose anyone else. She'd have to call Finn too or at least look for his name in the phone. She'd probably be doing that every time he left a room for the next little while.
"Could you stay with me until Finn's home?" She asked softly. "I might not be good company, but there's food in the fridge." Always trying to be a good hostess, even now, as Hannibal would have wanted. Of course, her food wasn't like his.