Ugh, climbing. Hannibal almost wanted to just take out his gun and shoot the guy in the hand or something but, with his luck, he'd fall and hit his head and die.

"Had to go climb shit, didn't you?" he bemoaned before starting for the girders. "What if I was scared of heights?!"

Whining at the bomber might do something. Maybe the bomber would stop to tell him to shut up or something. Hannibal kept climbing.