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What are you doing in here?

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[There's a certain light in the eyes of adolescents that dims noticeably when they agree to things they don't want. It's such a common dance for them, that minor series of inconveniences caused by adults, that attentive ones who spend enough time around teenagers surely learn to detect it. Hannibal sees that slight waver, even if he can't guess what exactly has caused it.

Her injuries, he assumes, but then what's caused all this? Haruka is not known for getting into fights.

He's about to thank her, mouth open, before he has to redirect his attention to beyond Haruka. The nurse, a woman Lecter knows moderately well and has brought in lunches for on occasion, is accompanied by Madame Desjardins, one of the front office workers. They barrel past Haruka with ease, but Hannibal widens his stance and leans over to lightly touch the nurse's arm, demanding attention.]

Excusez-moi, Madame Boucher. [She pulls up short, glancing up at him in alarm. He allows a line to form between his eyebrows, a small measure of concern dotting his face.] Do you need assistance? Has something happened?

[Clearly, something has. And considering the smell of blood on the air, he's very curious as to what.]