She stood there in silence for the past couple of minutes, just absorbing everything being said. Watching every movement, every tiny little gesture. A flick of the eyes here, a movement of hands there. She didnâ€™t think much of it though, it was just her way of keeping her from becoming uninterested.<br/><br/>Her temper was still flaring, and she knew she had to remain calm. To contain herself, she was silent, and chose not to keep her focus on what was being said. She only picked up the important bits, and decided that was all she needed. She felt if she heard another wrong thing though, the knife, which she still played with, would be in the center of Emanuelâ€™s eyes, and she would continue on her way as if nothing happened.<br/><br/>She found it strange that Emanuel was so happy with a death of a member of his â€˜preciousâ€™ Templar order; that was a sight that never really came around. She laughed a little, accepting it as praise in a twisted way. Making it into something that would change her sullen mood.<br/><br/>When Renaldo brought up Emanuelâ€™s family a small chord hit her. Templarâ€™s were such scum; they would do anything to claim another guard. To bring ones family into a world like that was beyond sick, morbid was more the word that described it.<br/><br/>For once Alexandra felt a twinge of full on pity for this man before her. She knew what it was like to see Templars throw you around until they were satisfied. They dangled anything in front of you that they could get their hands on, family included, for you to do their dirty work. They tried to get her to join them once, but when she declined they took everything from her. She vowed right then that this would not happen to Emanuel, and slowly she put the knife away.<br/><br/>â€œFamily is a thing so great, it should never be taken for grantedâ€¦â€ She began, â€œI would know. That is why I am giving you my word. Emanuel, if you wish it, I, Alexandra Giordano, will help in any way you ask.â€