Lindsey'd had plenty of time to practice not reacting outwardly to people who were insane or in some way liable to kill him for doing something wrong. Though he was very slightly rattled by Hannibal's words, nothing in his appearance showed it. In fact, his heart rate didn't change, and nothing did in his biology, either.
Holland Manners and his team of psychos were, as it turned out, good training for dealing with Hannibal Lecter.
He sat down just opposite River and gave her a charming smile. He gave a nod to the television. "I hope you're gonna get back to that," he said, not intending to start a side conversation, but voice instead hopeful. He would love to see her dance, actually. He'd heard a lot about her being the Next Big Thing for the city's ballet.
"I got a letter this mornin'," he began. "From the City. About the case. Now I'm assuming you two didn't get one here?"
He looked from Hannibal to River, and back to Hannibal. He would proceed as though they had not, regardless.
"In light of Ms. Lance's information and willingness to testify on River's behalf, the City's dismissing all charges."