"Doctor Wilson." There was no movement of his face to inform her his feelings on that particular man. It was interesting to hear that they knew each other. He wondered if they'd known each other before this place. If they were friends. Or if this place had made them into friends, as loss and confusion could do.
Hannibal did shake the hand. Firmly. Judging her by the way she shook. By the way she dressed and did her hair. Her makeup. The way she held herself. The way she talked about things. Every little thing stored away in his brain for later analysis.
"Older." Hannibal nodded. "I have read the books and seen one of the movies. I am certainly not Anthony Hopkins." He could joke about himself with no issue. As long as certain things weren't brought up. "How many of them have you read?" It was pure curiosity. Perhaps with a little bit of ego mixed in there. He liked to hear what people thought about what they'd read.