Creature comforts was an odd saying and one which Hannibal found himself mulling over. He was such a creature that enjoyed a great many comforts, be it a fine wine or well-tailored suit. There were no simple luxuries here of that kind which meant he would have need to find comfort elsewhere. That was a shame but he was not one to wallow in self-pity nor did he lack industriousness to satisfy himself.

At the moment he was inspecting a first-aid kit in the lackluster hospital. Besides being a comfort-seeker he was also a creature of habit, and that meant the hospital was easy for him to gravitate towards. It really was not so much about him having been a surgeon. It was more that hospitals were an easy place to find supplies and weapons which might otherwise have been overlooked by others. Besides that, if he were to make himself blend in with the others here it would make sense to offer his services as a healer.

Hannibal tidied the medical kit, rolling up gauze neatly and inspecting the various compounds for leaks. There were unfortunately no scalpels to be found. It was then he heard a noise outside which sounded as if someone or something was coming nearer to the room he was in. He looked over his shoulder to watch the doorway. "No need to be shy," he offered in his soft European accent. "Come say hello." Hopefully whoever it was would not be alarmed by his long-sleeved gray shirt being drenched in blood.

[Hannibal is smiling subtly, amused. He realizes quickly that it's a video call and his brows furrow in a micro-expression suggesting curiosity.]

"In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. Ah, how hard a thing it is to tell..."

May I assume this is reaching someone and that I do not tread the dark wood alone?