"Hannibal Lecter." John gaped in disbelief. "The Hannibal Lecter? Like Sir Anthony Hopkins, creepy face-mask, likes to eat people? That..."
Alright. She was toying with him. Probably. Perhaps he'd accepted the rest of the story too easily and now it was a game to see how much he'd swallow. Watson settled on that explanation. It made more sense than Hannibal Lecter being somewhere about.
When it was his turn, John deposited his release slip in the tray and received his clothes and shoes as a reward. He tried to copy Jennifer's positive attitude. He had a feeling that a cheerful outlook was going to be the only way he was likely to get through the ordeal of going out into a strange city full of cannibalistic mass-murderers.
"Well, it sounds like exploring will be interesting, if nothing else."