[Her ribbon twists and writhes where it's pinned on her chest. She knows what that means; even if she hadn't been through it what felt like a hundred times with Hannibal, she'd know instinctively. The ribbon looks like a dying black worm. She makes the request with less a heavy heart and more an irritable one, her step taking her quickly to Mira's room, the first place she thinks to look for her.]
[After a few moments' wait, she knocks on the door with bare white knuckles, her foot tapping an impatient tattoo on the floor.]
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[After a few moments' wait, she knocks on the door with bare white knuckles, her foot tapping an impatient tattoo on the floor.]