She's a bit glad for this moment of downtime to just process everything that's happening--that it's actually happening and wasn't some weird fever dream conjured up when she'd been on the brink of death.

The museum is nice, at least, and quiet, as most are in some unspoken feeling of reverence towards the art on display. It's certainly... Interesting. She finds herself staring at paintings or statues once in a while, both seeing and not seeing it, mind elsewhere, until she catches on to what it's implied she's looking at--genitals, some lewd sex act, etc., before hastily moving on, her face slightly pinker than before.

Yuri's probably passed by Hannibal once already but paid him little mind until her second pass through when she takes notice that he's still in the same spot. It's then she takes her time in the room to observe the art and him in turn, curious.

"Ah." A small noise, if and when he actually moves, and Yuri looks from him to the painting again. "...Sorry. Was I disturbing you? I... Just wasn't sure if you were real for a second." Which is a bit embarrassing in retrospect, but he'd been still enough, and she's seen enough strange things on her own, that she hadn't been entirely sure.