[Hanna seems to have redecorated his apartment...or at least rearranged it. It now is set up like
an old school detective office. The lighting of the room makes it appear to be in black and white, and Hanna himself is sitting at his desk, an unlit cigarette in his mouth, staring at the door with a determined look on his face.
He's also
dressed rather differently....]
Hm. Been a slow day today...but I know a case'll come.
[He sighs, leans back in his chair, and closes his eyes in thought. Insert inner monologue here.]
[ooc: Genre Switch!! Hanna is now a hard boiled film noir style detective.]