A sneeze came from the girl, using her sleeve to wipe her nose.
“Hey, don’t use your sleeve!”
The boy had to let go of her hand to rummage through his messenger bag, all the while breathing in frustration.
The little girl seemed to weigh her options; stand there with a runny nose or wipe it. She eyed Hannibal’s pants leg before the latter could notice, the older man feeling a rubbing sensation that made his skin crawl.