Pam seemed to be perfectly still as she watched this Hannibal Lecter. She listened, and she memorized. Different yet the same.
"Someone you don't know." Her tone was even still. She was deciding if this Hannibal was a threat; the younger had not been, and he had made an impression on her Maker and his wife. He was an accepted human, a very different human. This one was taller, older, experienced, which was saying something in comparison to the younger.
"Pamela Ravenscroft." Her hand lifted for him to take if he so chose. "I believe I know a younger you, unless he's your child. I doubt it; your smell is too similar to be anything other than the same person. I could be wrong." She did have those rare moments.