The recognition caught Betty a bit off guard. She was certainly like George, in some ways, but it astonished her that someone living would be able to attune with her enough to recognize it. "You know Toilet Seat?" She asked a bit confused.
She stared at him critically, not sure exactly how she was suppose to go about this. It was one thing to introduce yourself to someone. It was an altogether other thing to go about saying you were someone's personal Grim Reaper. Deciding that if he knew George he probably already knew too much as it was, Betty extended her hand. "Betty Rohmer, and you are..." It was an invitation for him to answer her and confirm her suspicion that he was indeed Hannibal Lector - the gentleman she'd been seeking out.
Betty wasn't sure about the observation he'd made regarding the film, she'd found it a little... much. Though, she agreed that severing ones one hand was a tad excessive and obviously the man before her had two hands, if he was Mr. Lector, therefore there being a degree of fallacy in the film.