She seemed very different from the first time he'd met her. Not just because she was dressed differently. That certainly was one aspect of it. But she seemed to be different in attitude as well. He'd known that first time that she was a being of power, but now it was as if she were surrounded by it. It seed to come off of her in waves.
Her smile told him not that she was a happy, carefree being, but that she was here with some purpose. Intent. He wouldn't have said to anybody that she was particularly happy, either.
"It's a lovely day for many things." Hannibal agreed. He turned his eyes back to those relaxing and enjoying the day. Watching them did not bring any joy to his heart, but rather caused him further ire. How could they be out there and so carefree when the people who were brought here, those who actually had minds of their own, had been so tormented? He understood that the City needed to have it's background noise. But why should they get a day like this when so many others were still trying to recover from what they'd been through?
He honestly didn't know how River was doing. How she'd been resolving her stay in the asylum in her mind. He didn't know if she was even dealing with it at all, which could lead to future issues for her. All he knew was that she had not deserved to be in there - not that many of them did - and these people had had freedom when she had not.
Hannibal wasn't concerned about himself. He supposed of everybody who had been incarcerated, he was one of the few who likely actually deserved to be so. His treatment had not been ideal, but it certainly wasn't something that he couldn't handle. Though admittedly, he was able to handle much that others were not.
"Is that what brings you out today? The niceness of it?" He didn't think so. But light conversation was polite.