Hannibal moved closer to examine the scars that he was being shown. His eyes carefully moved over the skin where the repairs had been made, and he frowned a little, thinking he might have been able to make it so there had been less scarring in general if he'd had a chance to fix her up. He placed a gloved fingertip lightly against the edge of a scar to feel for hardness or anything else abnormal, drawing it across the length slowly.
"Is it painful at my touch?" He didn't see any undue bruising or leakage, and that was good. "It's a little warm, but not hot. I think I would like to put you on an antibiotic just to be safe. I also know of a cream that can help the scars from tightening. It will keep them soft, and could decrease their visibility. I never like to promise that last bit, because every body works differently."
Hannibal stood back. "The City is an island that moves through space. It is sentient. It takes those that it wants or needs and brings them in. It gifts them with what it believes will make them happy, and occasionally experiments with our lives by sending us things like Godzilla or Cupid. For a long time, we only knew what we were told by those who had been here a long while and knew what they'd seen. Then the City itself was put into a human body for a while. It held a press conference and answered some of our questions. You should prepare yourself to see things here that you never thought possible. And you should also prepare yourself for the possibility that in somebody else's world, you may be fictional. I, myself, am star of four books and four movies. Rather, my older self is star of three of those."