Franziska beams, the first time she's truly smiled since sitting down in the cafe. She'd known that this had been the correct course of action from the very beginning: she rarely erred in her decision-making, after all. Taking a long, deep sip of her coffee, she settles back in her seat, looking more and more relaxed with each passing moment.

"You deserve praise when you do good work."

It really is like patting a dog, she feels.