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[Hanging off the roof's edge]

HELP!

Everyone calls me Hannibal.

... Do you eat people?

I'd been going by Hannibal for at least fifteen years when that damned movie came out.

[Tries not to laugh.]

Know anything about history, kid?

First of all, I'm 32. Second, some ancient general, right?

You look younger. That's right.

Is that good or bad?

Neither, really. What's your name?

Lois. Lois Lane. [She extends a hand.]

It's a pleasure, Miss Lane. *Shakes her hand firmly*

You, too. Thanks for the lifesave, Hannibal.

No problem. It's what I do.

See you around, I guess.

Probably. You may even see my name in the news.

Uh- [She stops him.] You know, I'm kind of the front lines of the news, so if you want to give me a heads up...

I might slip you tips now and then.

I'd appreciate it.

I bet you would.

[She chuckles.] See you 'round, Hannibal.

Same to you, Lois.