[She wants to strike him. Very badly she wants to strike him, but - she doesn't. Tucks her thumbs into her pockets and regards him coolly.]

Are you so interested in having the last word, or do you keep talking because you want me to stay? Make a decision, Hannibal. My advice would be to conserve your energy.

[She knows she is a monster. The issue is, of course, that she knows he's one too, and so compassion is not an adaptive trait.]