[ It's interesting but not surprising to be met with a face -- an expression -- about as inscrutable as his own; it matches what Gideon knows of Hannibal Lecter, whether or not this man is him or isn't. Even if the nametag reads what Gideon thought he read, it could be a different Hannibal Lecter altogether.

And either way, he supposed it barely matters at the moment. It doesn't appear that this man knows him... thus he wouldn't know the chief reason -- the apparent insult -- that Gideon had committed so long ago and so unwittingly. ]

Interesting. My condolences for the inconvenience... can only imagine what a difference half a century would make. [ His lips tighten in what could pass for a smile, or at least something polite. ] Not in my way, I'm not in any hurry.