Pam's brow lifted ever so slightly as she watched him, this older Hannibal. She took his size and shape, took who he was, the differences and the similarities. She watched him so very carefully, waiting for some sign of some sort perhaps.
"He has made a name for himself, and for you I suppose. You are he, and he is you. I have another here. She came from another world that was much less than what we have here. We are the same, yet not." She nodded slightly before moving to circle him to get his measure, being obvious about it. She had no need to hide or deceive this one after all.
"I would not call us friends, nor would I call us enemies or mere acquaintances." She stopped, her head tilting.
"I have grown accustomed to dressing in a certain way. I see no reason to change now."