[Hannibal didn't really know what to make of the Barge when he first arrived. The network was incredibly helpful, and he's spent days reading silently in his cabin, taking in the lives of the people he is now surrounded by.
For a rather relative definition of 'life,' in any case.
He's mused on that, too, certain he heard a gunshot before standing abruptly in this poor version of his kitchen. Could Will have shot him? He's asked himself that question precisely once: there is only one conclusion. He planned too well to misjudge. Which means this is the Admiral's doing, and little else - something he finds unsettling, given the unreachable status of their questionable leader.
He doesn't like being unsettled.
And he doesn't like the idea of hiding, either. He takes in the setting before introducing himself - inspiration has already struck, but it needs time to take root. Aside from an early run in with a very angry man who quickly mistook him for another (proof enough for Hannibal that his name should, for the moment, remain a mystery), he hasn't paused to interact with anyone.
It's the deck and its view he's interested in, when he pauses beside the bench, not Tosh. He keeps a respectable distance, hands held at his side, and he looks at the view not with wonder or befuddlement, but a certain reserved curiosity. Eventually, though, he looks down at her and speaks.]
I hope I am not distracting you. [Though it's obvious enough to him that she wasn't paying attention long before he arrived.]
no subject
For a rather relative definition of 'life,' in any case.
He's mused on that, too, certain he heard a gunshot before standing abruptly in this poor version of his kitchen. Could Will have shot him? He's asked himself that question precisely once: there is only one conclusion. He planned too well to misjudge. Which means this is the Admiral's doing, and little else - something he finds unsettling, given the unreachable status of their questionable leader.
He doesn't like being unsettled.
And he doesn't like the idea of hiding, either. He takes in the setting before introducing himself - inspiration has already struck, but it needs time to take root. Aside from an early run in with a very angry man who quickly mistook him for another (proof enough for Hannibal that his name should, for the moment, remain a mystery), he hasn't paused to interact with anyone.
It's the deck and its view he's interested in, when he pauses beside the bench, not Tosh. He keeps a respectable distance, hands held at his side, and he looks at the view not with wonder or befuddlement, but a certain reserved curiosity. Eventually, though, he looks down at her and speaks.]
I hope I am not distracting you. [Though it's obvious enough to him that she wasn't paying attention long before he arrived.]