He moves, in point of fact, like an assassin.

Light-footed, crouching low and moving with little hindrance, taking to the corners and shadows of the hall by instinct and listening carefully before continuing on. Further ahead, there is the distant echo of movement and jingling, but it seems a long way off.

There is one brief glance behind to take note of Connor's position -- and stance, in a brief once-over of his own -- before Hanzo presses swiftly onward, taking point on pursuing whatever lies within.