[ Once his notes are neatly set aside, Hannibal also takes a seat. He's just as open and at ease, every gesture frighteningly consistent with every interaction that had come before. It would almost give the impression that Hannibal has no idea of why Percy's really here, and yet that couldn't be possible. But this is a game that Hannibal has played many, many times before with people who have made careers out of catching men like him. Knowing the truth of what Hannibal is also means realizing how unsettlingly well he plays at being something he isn't. ]

I can imagine. Everyone's thoughts must be buzzing. It has been a very eventful six weeks.

[ Which is putting it lightly, but with the same sort of slight wryness that Hannibal enjoys. He considers Percy's question briefly, turning his head just lightly as a small gesture, but it turns into a tiny nod. ]

Well. Or as well as one can be. With each week, a noose tightens around all of our necks. The likelihood that we will end up among the dead grows higher with each person lost. [ His smile edges into a one that's a touch more wry ] Though truthfully, I'm surprised that I have lived this long. I thought my assistance as a doctor would have painted a target on me. So far, I have been overlooked.