"What do we need a kitchen for, Hannibal?" Noriko asked, looking down at him.

The corpse behind him was the obvious answer, but she remained in the hope that he wouldn't actually follow through on the cannibalism thing in her world. The thought doesn't exactly hold up, given she knows he's fine it elsewhere.

"What if I don't want to eat...him? That?" she asks, unsure of what reaction tip expect from the man kneeling in front of her.