<div style="text-align: justify;">Francesca did her best to keep from rolling her eyes at the Captain's expression. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">That's what I get for trying to help</span></span>, the lady thought to herself. Sometimes - or quite often -, Francesca wondered why she remained in that service. Working for the Pope was not really the kind of thing that would suit a person who had very little sympathy for the Catholic Church, after all. But in the time she had been working with Maximilien, a bond of friendship had slowly developed. It was funny, being different in almost every possible aspect, that they got along as well as they did. But maybe that was the thing. Maybe their differences made it possible for them to complete each other and work together.<br/><br/>Shifting her focus away from her thoughts, Francesca paid attention to the Captain. It was for the best to try and ignore the fact that the man had practically waited to see if Max had given her permission to speak. There was work to be done now.<br/><br/>When the Captain apologized, Francesca simply nodded, indicating her forgiveness. Keeping silent, the Italian lady listened patiently to the Captain's report. Things got stranger and stranger with each piece of the puzzle uncovered. The weapons did not make sense either. And the absence of any kind of physical residue was a little disappointing. Yet, Francesca remained silent, her mind working on a little fact that was bothering her. Maybe Max would ask the question she would like to see answered, right?<br/><br/>As they walked to the infirmary, Francesca's attention was in the word exchange. At least part of it. The other part stretched ahead, to the man they were walking to see. Maybe he could provide help, if he was not too traumatized to speak coherently. The Captain's question made Francesca sigh softly. The poor man. "We will come up with answers for that, Captain, I assure you", Francesca replied, trying to keep her voice as soft as possible. "And we will make sure no more of your men have the same fate."<br/><br/>Failing to keep her question inside, Francesca finally got it out. "I apologize, but...about the bullets, Captain. Were they found near walls or columns? Are there markings consistent with the places where bullets may have hit or entered?"</div>