[There's the soft sound of her struggling to keep her breathing under control as she listens, staving off a reaction she hasn't fully given herself the chance to handle yet. She never sat down and let herself deal with what had happened, after getting here. Shock wore off and she didn't let herself think about it any more.

But she's not in private, even if she has enough distance from people to be sure she's not being overheard, to be comfortable talking. Being seen is a different question. And even if she was going to give in, break down over her death and Lecter's betrayal, she wouldn't do it with Will on the other end. She doesn't need to be overheard.

So she latches on his offer to not tell him as a cue to leave it behind. If there's anything else she feels like he needs to know about it, she can leave it for him later. And by the time he stops, her voice is nearly steady again.]

Okay. [It's quiet, and she's not even sure if he can make out her voice at that volume. She swallows and takes another breath before repeating herself.] Yeah. I think you're right. I don't know if you've said anything, but....

[And if he did, she wants to know; whether to avoid the people he's mentioned her to, or to at least be aware of them, she could decide later. But she's not even sure how to ask for that, so she trails off, pauses and picks up a moment later.]

I haven't. I didn't really tell anyone... anything about home.

[But he could probably have guessed that much.]