[He didn't offer a hand, didn't smooth over his haunting stare. There was that degree of spectacle -- here she was, alive once more. The last he had even heard of Abigail Hobbs involved her ear as evidence in the trial of Will Graham; gruesome testimony, as it were.]
From -- back home, I mean. I'm from Baltimore, myself.
[And speaking of Will Graham -- here was someone the once-alleged Chesapeake Ripper was invested in (apparently). Granted, much of the public's information about the Hobbs girl was filtered through Freddie Lounds, but if that investment was accurate to any degree... This was quite the find.
Quite the collateral.]
I'm Doctor Chilton.
[A beat.]
Would you like a -- [He pauses, something flickering in his mind. She moved so cautiously, so oddly. His eyes, of course, were looking for any sign of the extracted ear (a connection made in his mind only because of the trial's theatrics).] -- a malt, I suppose?
no subject
[He didn't offer a hand, didn't smooth over his haunting stare. There was that degree of spectacle -- here she was, alive once more. The last he had even heard of Abigail Hobbs involved her ear as evidence in the trial of Will Graham; gruesome testimony, as it were.]
From -- back home, I mean. I'm from Baltimore, myself.
[And speaking of Will Graham -- here was someone the once-alleged Chesapeake Ripper was invested in (apparently). Granted, much of the public's information about the Hobbs girl was filtered through Freddie Lounds, but if that investment was accurate to any degree... This was quite the find.
Quite the collateral.]
I'm Doctor Chilton.
[A beat.]
Would you like a -- [He pauses, something flickering in his mind. She moved so cautiously, so oddly. His eyes, of course, were looking for any sign of the extracted ear (a connection made in his mind only because of the trial's theatrics).] -- a malt, I suppose?