The sound of footsteps had her tense, the old reflexes not quite leaving her. She doubted they ever would. She'd left the FBI, but it didn't mean it had left her. When them an came into view she experienced the same kind of not-quite-relief, and she dropped into a more relaxed stance. She was still ready, but this was the part where she could find out more things so an open pose was more appropriate.
"I suppose so," she gave in reply to the words, although she'd known herself to make the same sort of comments.
It's easy really, to go into polite. not deferential, and she'd never believed in trying to smile unless she meant it but she did know she could make herself be warmer. And never rude. "My name is Clarice Starling," there, the basis and from there she could move forward. "I'd like to know where I am. The phone wasn't clear. I understand I'm in a hotel, but I'm not sure how I got here." Quid pro Quo the voice in her head said, smugly, even as she extended her hand in greeting. "I appreciate your kindness."