"... Hannibal?" she whispered, even knowing he had already hung up.
Swearing inwardly, Clarice knew she couldn't just leave. She continued to walk aimlessly for a while, searching for Dr. Lecter in vain, still watched closely by Verger's men. She took the down escalator, carefully scanning the crowds. The sight of a photo booth on the ground floor made her heart race. Unable to resist the temptation, she walked to it and tried to calmly pull back the curtain (though her motion probably looked hasty). No one was there. However, there was a Gucci shoebox on the seat. The gift tag attached had her name on it. With shaking hands, she picked up the box and whipped back around to see what the men were doing now.
They were no longer watching her. They were on the way outside. Cursing aloud this time, she followed them.