<div style="text-align: justify;">Francesca was, once again, questioning why she kept in that line of work. She knew the answer. Max. Max was the closest thing Francesca had to a friend, and that was extremely important for the Italian lady. For a friend, she was willing to be patient and to make use of every talent in her arsenal to help solve the current case. Noticing that Captain Klein was attracted, Francesca decided to make use of this and actually managed to smile gently.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your kindness", she murmured softly, almost demurely, lowering her eyes to the floor. The second the Captain looked away from her, Francesca looked at Max, only her lips moving. "I'm adorable, right?", she 'spoke' silently.<br/><br/>Turning her attention again to the Captain, Francesca raised one eyebrow silent when Klein said the bullets didn't appear to had passed through human tissue. '<span style="font-style: italic">It's not humans we are worried about</span>', she thought to herself, making eye contact with Max. She knew they had about the same idea. <br/><br/>Keeping silent when the Captain led them to see the poor surviving soldier, Francesca only nodded politely to the doctor. In noticing the man intended to kiss her hand, Francesca allowed it with a soft sigh. <br/><br/>The woman's expression changed to a deeply saddened one in hearing the report of the poor man's condition. Falling silent, Francesca kept her eyes on the floor, only listening to the conversation around her. Francesca was not surprised in hearing the report of the man asking someone to stop doing something, and yet, it bothered her. Staying silent, Francesca kept her attention on every word, saving as much as possible of what was being said in her memory.<br/><br/>Agreeing almost automatically with Max's words about hysteria, Francesca nodded to both men. "Thank you very much for your attention, gentlemen", she murmured, nodding to Max afterwards, indicating they should get on their way out. Speaking only when they were no longer within ear shot from the two men, Francesca sighed and expressed her feelings.<br/><br/>"This poor man, Max. What do you plan on doing to him? I mean... it would be a terrible thing to let him... lose his soul completely for our convenience. Maybe a peaceful end...?" Francesca fumbled with one of her gloves, pulling the fingers until they nearly ripped. "I apologize. Ignore me. Where to, now? The butcher, I presume."</div>