Her back was to the door, and she was reasonably sure that, even were she not a reader, she'd know Hannibal was coming because of the little things him being there changed. All the hair on the of her neck stood up. As if reacting to that, she grabbed it, the thickness and darkness of it, in both hands and wadded it into a ponytail at her back before letting it cascade back down over her shoulders.
Her head turned over one of them, and the smile changed slightly. His mind was full of things that had not been there before, which was very certainly not always the case.
River turned the rest of her body slowly and, remembering briefly her scare with Simon and his jibes at her, crossed the room to Hannibal and put her arms around him almost as fiercely as she had done with her brother.