River staggered forward, almost gracelessly. Almost. For a zombie, she still moved better than she should, just slightly.
Her eyes were on Hannibal's back, as he led her. She had the sense of hunger that was not hers, but then it was hers. That part of her that couldn't hold back feeling things took the hunger and internalized it. Her mouth opened, and the thing that had been River pulled on Hannibal, now.