"Jane Doe." Hannibal smirked. "Is the name that they give all unknown females. It's not your name. I doubt it actually belongs to anybody in reality. It's generic, and not fitting to anybody, certainly not somebody such as yourself who has so much potential to be anything."
He shook his head. It was a name for a corpse, in his opinion, and that was all. This girl was far from a corpse. She was just a little bit lost and broken.
"I have a few places that we can go. You may choose the place you are most comfortable with. I have a flat that belonged to a friend of mine, the hotel that I reside in, or the office of the psychologist that I have interned with. The prior two will be more private, if that's what you're looking for, the latter would be more professional, but I can't promise that he wouldn't have his own patients wandering in and out."
The most important factor was comfort. They would get nowhere if she wasn't comfortable.