Before Hannibal can start doling out orders, a single figure in a smart pantsuit approaches the aircraft with a maglight aimed for the passenger door. Her hair's pinned up in a severe bun, but to Face she doesn't look any different than the last time he saw her.
"Charissa." He smiles slightly when Hannibal throws open the door; "You're here."
"You're bleeding," she replies nonplussed; "and you shot forty-eight of our men."
"Nice to see you too," Hannibal cuts in before the claws can come out, once more hoisting the woman over his shoulder before gesturing to the Frenchman. "I don't suppose you speak French, our translator had a bit of an incident getting out of the compound."
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Date: 2013-07-05 11:42 pm (UTC)"Charissa." He smiles slightly when Hannibal throws open the door; "You're here."
"You're bleeding," she replies nonplussed; "and you shot forty-eight of our men."
"Nice to see you too," Hannibal cuts in before the claws can come out, once more hoisting the woman over his shoulder before gesturing to the Frenchman. "I don't suppose you speak French, our translator had a bit of an incident getting out of the compound."
"Yeah, you know... that whole ambush thing..."