Samandriel does not, in fact, wish to sit. He stays sanding exactly where he arrived, critical eyes on Hannibal the entire while. "She's my sister," he says as though that explains absolutely everything. "I wasn't just going to leave her like that."
Still, he doesn't trust this. He doesn't trust a lot lately, and he has to quickly scan the room (floor included) to make sure that Hannibal doesn't have any intentions of trapping him there. "What has she told you?"