"I think I'm..." He paused, as if looking around, or trying to remember. And then described the surroundings of an alley that was, intentionally, quite far from Nocturne. But fairly close to a vampire hive that Hannibal was not particularly fond of.

Then he intentionally let the phone clatter to the ground beside him, and set himself up properly. On the ground, leaning against the wall. A hand to his neck, staunching the bleeding.