Noriko has been idly playing with the thin, rosy chains laying over her shoulders int he time Hannibal has not been by her side, and though she hasn't ducked her head to avoid the gaze of many passersby, she hasn't been as openly staring them down, either.

She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she takes his arm, silver fingers resting on his jacket sleeve. She may be glowing--not out of happiness, precisely, but wariness.