*The armored figures single eye lens stares at Lecter for a long moment, before turning towards his men, and jerks his head towards the room. They quickly stomp off, while the 'leader' turns to face Lecter again.*
leader: What is your classification? ... What are you?
*Still has his rifle in his hands, but makes no hostile gestures or anything.*

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*John still sleeping.*

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*Jillian cleaning her magnum on the couch.*