Toilet Seat was certainly making the rounds when it came to meeting people. This was what, the second person Betty had come across that knew George as George. Though, Betty hadn't been being very careful herself. She wasn't using a pseudonym at all, mostly because there was little point. The City provided for her and what it didn't she stole form those whose souls she reaped. There was no dire need to use one.
Betty took the offered seat and elegantly crossed one leg over the other. "You could say I know here. She's a dear, sweet friend." Most probably wouldn't call George sweet by any means, but Betty saw the world through different eyes.
Those same eyes saw something peculiar in Dexter. Why did he know George by name? Why was she friend? The last person to know George by name was Betty's assigned and Hannibal had been both elegant and dangerous. At least Betty figured he was dangerous based on the fact that she was assigned to him. But dangerous only to the living, Betty supposed there was little threat to her, being that she was undead.
Was Dexter dangerous too?
Hannibal had said that George had done a reaping for him. Had she done it for the handsome fellow before her as well? "You could even say that she and I have worked together." They had. It had felt like babysitting in the beginning, but then Betty saw through to George's more likable side.