Hannibal wondered if anybody had ever been able to have a bad day when faced with this girl and her easy exuberance. It seemed to him that the girl had a smile that none would be able to resist, especially when paired with the wings and the pink hair. Though, he supposed that seeing the fairy sad would bring just about anybody to their knees, as well. Under the cloud of a frown, the whole world would cry with her.
"I cannot be sure." He said to her, though she had mentioned Red and Hannibal was sure. Things within this city were not so well spaced and vast that such a connection between him, Baba and Henry and now this girl would be anything but what it was at face value. There was no mysterious third mutant here. He was positive that the one that Red had told the fairy of and the name on the paper he had just passed over were the same.
"I am certain, however, that you will be able to help, even just a little bit. He is anxious to meet others of his kind, as you clearly are. That alone will lift his spirits. But given what I have seen of you in this short amount of time, I think you'll be able to do much more."