Hannibal said nothing for a moment, leaned back in his chair, and folded his hands in his lap. It was too long ago, in his youth when his uncle had told him about seers. He had forgotten about that and now this was the first time he encountered one. Of course he understood what she was talking about; the pain of his sister's death an old and tenacious companion since his early childhood always lingered beneath his conciousness and was probably very easy to be picked up by seers. This wont happen again. There were ways to prevent oneself from having someone glancing into his mind, and he was resolved to look it up first thing after work.
Hannibal knew what Ophelia was refering to, when she had asked him where he would get 'it'. So apparently the damage had been done and Hannibal had to figure out at what extend. The fact that she was still more or less calmly sitting in his office made him believe, that she probably hadn't seen any memories of his darker activities he tended to during his spare time. „I do not know yet Miss Sinclair. I will need time to plan and prepare for my research. Perhaps we can figure something out together?“ He leaned forward again while speaking, resting his forearms on his desk. He still needed time to figure out what to make of those two. No need to be specific yet. The girl didn't seem disgusted or judgmental about his idea though. It made Hannibal curious; To what extend would she move beyond the restraints of morality for the sake of her brother's life?
But then there was Laertes. Hannibal's first impression was that he was a polite and smart young man. It was too early to make any further assessments at this point. His sister would probably tell him what she had seen and Hannibal would wait and observe how the young man behaved during future encounters with him. „I would not mind working with her. She seems quite resourceful. Perhaps on fridays or during weekends, when I am not too busy and you not too involved with your studies?“