Hanji's there, if only relatively infrequently. It's always good to get a glimpse of what waits for her in the future, even if it's not pleasant. But she's always a bit chipper, even when things are going terrible. Although at times, her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. In fact, her smile is almost entirely gone when the killing starts in earnest. Whatever appetite she had is gone for the moment, so a half-finished drink and a collection of miscellaneous snacks stay piled up on the table next to her.

"What a waste," she mutters.