*Lecter nods and walks over to the Scarecrow. He just holsters his pistol after smelling the air, and looks down at the Devil*
Lecter: She did good. But someone wasn't as fortunate.
*He nods to the blood coating it's blade, and sighs*
Lecter: Be careful for others like it. Can't say I've ever seen one by itself. Anything else show up while I was gone?