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*Clarice is sitting at the bar, drinking Yrael's "Atomic Kitten." It's not bad, but now she's got a strange craving for a tuna sandwich.*

[[OOC: As I need to sleep soon, all threads will have to be slowtimed. Thanks.]]

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Clarice. *Alanna approaches with a cautious smile.* Good evening. Might I have a moment of your time?

*Clarice nods in greeting.* Alanna, right? What can I do for you?

Alanna, yes. *She squares her shoulders.* First of all, thank you for your assistance with Doctor Lecter. He explained that you two have quite a history together.

You're welcome.

... And did he? *She arches an eyebrow.*

He did. I understand you work for some policing agency in your world? *She sighs, running a hand through her hair.* As I told Bigby, I think you're Lecter's weakness. *a pause* I thought maybe you might like to speak with him.

Yes. FBI-- Federal Bureau of Investiagtion.

*His weakness? Clarice doesn't know what to think about that. ~~Except she does.~~*

Well, actually, I would like to speak with him.

*But what does Alanna want her to talk to him for? What do they hope to get out of Lecter?*

*Alanna nods.* Very well, I shall take you back momentarily. Unless now isn't a good time?

*She rubs her hands together and smiles.* Just so you know, he's being held until we can arrange a meeting with Bernard and Bigby. The point of this meeting is not just punishment, Clarice. We need to find a way for Hannibal to be here without putting other patrons in danger.

Is he really a cannibal?

Now is fine. *She smiles wryly.* I don't have anything planned for tonight.

*She nods slowly at Alanna's explanation.* It's a difficult situation.

And yes. He is. He's most famous for serving a dinner believed to contain the organs of a victim.

*Alanna stares at her, shivering in revulsion.*

What sort of monster... never mind. Let's go.

*Biting her lip, Alanna leads the way to the office.

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