[He isn't eating, though there is food sitting in front of him. Though fare could certainly be worse, Hannibal is a perfectionist. He is very particular about what he puts in his body.
Mostly, he is people watching, observing the comings and goings of his fellow passengers with crossed legs and hands in his laps. She picks a good location, though it's not immediately clear in his demeanor: Hannibal is good at hiding, even his agitation. And though this particular kitchen is below his typical standards, he doesn't like being asked to leave.
When Abigail shows, he smiles welcomingly, but doesn't move when she sits.]
I told you a riddle, once. [Sang it to her with blood flowing, repeated it with her teeth in his skin.] Giving you the answer only seemed fair.
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Mostly, he is people watching, observing the comings and goings of his fellow passengers with crossed legs and hands in his laps. She picks a good location, though it's not immediately clear in his demeanor: Hannibal is good at hiding, even his agitation. And though this particular kitchen is below his typical standards, he doesn't like being asked to leave.
When Abigail shows, he smiles welcomingly, but doesn't move when she sits.]
I told you a riddle, once. [Sang it to her with blood flowing, repeated it with her teeth in his skin.] Giving you the answer only seemed fair.