"You have taken quite an interest in the sparkly, haven't you." Hannibal looked around the room some more, taking in the atmosphere that Enigma - no, Effie - was building for herself.
"I'm afraid I can't say that it was." His eyes turned to the girl. "You were in jail and I was assessing you to see if you were fit for trial, or if you would be excused due to insanity. I found that you were perfectly capable of sitting in a court room."
Everything down to the subtle movements and personal tics were different. If this was an act, it was a very good one. Very practiced. Hannibal was willing, at this point, to stamp his name on documents stating Enigma really was Effie. At least in this moment.
"You told me about Effie, about the life you tried to live whilst being her."