Hannibal brought his eyes away from the marquee and looked at the woman who spoke to him. Immediately he knew that she was unlike any normal person. He took another second and attached her to somebody else who had the same peculiarities.
The lack of scent was the biggest key to him.
"Ah." He said, mostly to himself, and then spoke up some. "You're like George."
Hannibal took in a breath, eyes flicking to his name in lights and then answered her question. "I actually did enjoy the film quite a bit. I can see what all these people admire in Anthony Hopkins, and find him a suitable face for the name. The part I did not like was the end. Where Hannibal Lecter cuts off his hand to save Clarice Starling from pain. It would never happen. Hannibal is a musician. An artist. He is a skilled surgeon. The loss of his hand would be too incredible. Not to mention the idea that he would do that is just ludicrous. Why anybody would think it was an acceptable ending is beyond me."