"I've returned to my lodgings at Bates Motel, yes. But I have yet to return to work. I assume I should do so soon, however." Hannibal reached out and touched the flower gently, the stem, not the petals. The people who came here to see the beauty of it would likely not know of it's value as a deadly agent. In fact, there were quite a few flowers within this garden that could be used to harm and kill.
But he would not use them on the people that he stored in his mind, those that were nameless as of yet but would come to the light soon enough. No, Hannibal much preferred a hands on approach with matters such as this.
"I'm sure that life within this City will return to it's norm before too long. Then, just when we're comfortable, something else will spring up. I've come to enjoy the unpredictability of the place. It leaves one with a constant state of wonder. Very hard to ever be bored in a city like this one. Very hard to be lacking in amusements at all."