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[A tiny girl pushes open the door to Hannibal Lecter's room. She is barefoot, in a pale ragged jumper and , her face smudged. For some reason there is a chain around her neck, which she sometimes tugs at uncomfortably. She looks around, then walks over to Mr. Pink's door and starts to knock on it shyly with a rather thin little fist.]

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surfaceshine

[What the hell is that? Okay, obviously Dean knows what that is, but what the hell is it doing here? He glanced down in annoyance when he nearly ran over some movement noted in his peripheral, and has now gone very, very still in case it attacks.]

...um. Hi. [Okay, after a few blinks, the hunter seems to have caught up.] What're you doin' here, sweetheart? [He crouches so he's not towering over her.]

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aubergine_cherub

Hello. Are you a solider? [She peers up at him very gravely.]

From:

surfaceshine

[This close up, noting the chafing around her neck, Dean starts to frown; he settles into his crouch, cocking his head to one side gently while he tries to figure out what to do with his hands right now. He's surprised by the question.]

No, I'm not. Do you need help?

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aubergine_cherub

That's funny. You're nice but you have soldier face. And you're lumpy.

I am Mischa. I am all right but I get lost sometimes. People have been nice.

From:

surfaceshine

[The frown takes on a more perplexed cast, and the little girl has the entirety of his attention now. He doesn't know what it is about him that's lumpy, but that's okay; with her first observation - she's a damn toddler and she can see the violence in him, christ - he's not sure he wants to know.]

Well Mischa, I'm Dean, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Where'd you come from? I'll see if I can help you get found.

From:

aubergine_cherub

[Don't mind her Dean; everyone in your age bracket is a soldier in her time. Though you do totally have soldierface.]

Hi Dean! Um, um...someplace with flowers?

From:

surfaceshine

[While Dean is aware that there's a greenhouse on board, it doesn't occur to him because he's never seen it; he nods. She's not gonna be able to give him much. Glancing up and around to see if anyone's obviously looking for an escaped little girl, he favors her with one of his rare, soft smiles.]

Okay. Are you here with anyone? [Slim chance, but he's not about to be accused of kidnapping if the answer is yes.]

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aubergine_cherub

No no. I'm here for my brother Hannibal. People have been taking turns looking after me. I'm okay. [She beams back at him and her nose crinkles.] This isn't that bad a place.

From:

surfaceshine

Hannibal? [He hasn't met anyone named Hannibal on board yet, and he's pretty sure he would've noticed someone this young running around before; it's weird, because everyone else has been at least remotely the same age, but he's obviously not going to trouble a toddler with it. He smiles, instead.] No, it's not. What've you been getting into?

[He's pretty sure it's just paint but if she doesn't draw away from him, he'll brush at a streak of red anyway, just to make sure. He'd hate to have to shoot someone in the face today.]

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aubergine_cherub

Yes, Hannibal Lecter!

He got old since I saw him last. It's very strange.

[Nope, no blood. Acrylics. Hannibal's room is an absolute mess.]

From:

surfaceshine

This is a pretty strange place. You meeting a lot of people?

[That's good; Dean is glancing up and down the hall for some place he could maybe take her to get some of that cleaned off. He glances back to her and pushes to a stand.]