[The Piemaker's mind races furiously. Will knew - knows - Hannibal. But Will is a brand-new inmate. Either someone immediately told him about Hannibal upon his arrival - unlikely, given Will didn't even know the specifics about floods - or the far more likely scenario.]

You're from his world.

[Which, he decides, is a far worse thing than being stuck on a ship with the man. He realizes soon after uttering the words that he's only just blatantly mumbled the obvious, and turns back to stare at the half-eaten pie in his hands]

I feel the sudden urge to immediate switch the subject to more pleasant things.

Unless there's something you feel you want to share.