Giorgia nodded, but her eyes were deeply troubled. While she was satisfied that Ryoshine was not injured or hurt in anway, with no distraction now, her thoughts focused to Franz; the one in question. She didn't know how deep the extent of his injuries were, or if he had gotten injured at all. Some part in her brain told her that she was not to be troubled with this man. And yet another part of her willed herself to think about it. Franz Bietrich was her godfather. She could not just trash that away. He was the only link to her otherwise dead family.
The young girl followed Ryoshine as the two of them made their way to the hotel. She had a distinct urge, the same as a couple of minutes ago, to see him. All she wanted was to make sure he was alright. Even a quick glance, and she would be fine. Because, after all, Franz couldn't be that badly hurt, could he? He was so strong, and so proud, he wouldn't have gotten hurt.
But what Giorgia didn't know was the extent of Franz's injuries.
She dimly got into the elevator, the tinny, metallic music somewhat irritating her.