Franziska beckons a waiter over and orders two coffees with cream. As she stares at the man's retreating back, she can't help but wish she'd gotten something stronger. An uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of her stomach, but she ignores it. Franziska von Karma doesn't get nervous.

Still, she drums her fingers against the table. She's never truly been one for small talk. After taking a breath to centre herself, she speaks. "Anyway. Now that's dealt with, how are you? Are you well?"