She shifted a little, trying to get comfortable before she began to talk. She wasn't sure how much she could trust him but she guessed he was bound by ethics like all psychiatrists. "Then this was a dream. Back home... I.. some things happened and.." she took a breath and forced herself to look at Hannibal. "I ended up putting a dull shovel straight through the back of a man's neck." she said in one breath, scared she never would say it again.