Astrid had been thinking a little bit about what might make this all a little more bearable for her while she was stuck down here, and part of that included considering that Hannibal was here with his own house, and watching him moving things out and about around it to kill some time.

So she made a decision and approached, although a little timidly, since her default in situations like this was to mostly just close off and separate from other people, no matter how grateful she was that other people were actually there.

"Dr. Lecter?" she ventured as she approached him at some point. "You don't...happen to have any paints, do you?"