[He knows about the other Hannibal, both from the presence he had aboard the ship before he arrived, and from the books, the films. They are interesting bits of fiction, but little more than that.]

They don't seem to follow set patrols, no. But they are not overly social, and this campsite is ours, for the time being.

[It's graciousness that leads him to say ours. Reaching out, he turns the spit, inclining his head.]

I am. Are you hungry?