[Even in a place where no one has to pay for anything, Iris still homes in on free drinks like a bee to a buddleia bush. She tips the first glass down in one, then sips slightly more decorously at the second - refilled from the bottle she lifted - as she wanders round the exhibit.
If she's grossed out (she is) or frightened (she isn't), she's careful not to let it show. If Hannibal catches her eye, she gazes back, calmly intent, her head slightly cocked, her eyes beadbright with curiosity.]
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If she's grossed out (she is) or frightened (she isn't), she's careful not to let it show. If Hannibal catches her eye, she gazes back, calmly intent, her head slightly cocked, her eyes beadbright with curiosity.]