[She tenses for a moment at the metaphor (THANKS) but it helps to spur her determination regardless.]
That's right. I won't be a lamb any longer.
[She thumbs the folded cloth in her hand, with no pockets on her current outfit she'll just have to hold on to it for now. Though if it wasn't even Mr. Lecter's, then shouldn't she return it to whomever it belonged to originally?]
For all our sake's, I hope you're wrong. Who did it belong to?
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That's right. I won't be a lamb any longer.
[She thumbs the folded cloth in her hand, with no pockets on her current outfit she'll just have to hold on to it for now. Though if it wasn't even Mr. Lecter's, then shouldn't she return it to whomever it belonged to originally?]
For all our sake's, I hope you're wrong. Who did it belong to?