While Ruth’s italian was limited to the title of a few arias and some technical terms connected to music, what was going on was fairly clear to her.

She gave her brother a death stare and then smirked with satisfaction upon guessing he had recognised a beloved suit, then she marched towards Sonia.

“Good morning, madam. My name is Ruth Meijer, I understand you are my brother’s fiancée. I will not try to stop you if you wish to leave, in fact, I will bring you myself wherever you may wish to go, but we are concerned with your safety first. Would you mind telling me how you are feeling and exactly what happened?” somehow, despite her incredible amount of energy, her strong voice and her very long stride, she managed to appear gentle now, even graceful. She smiled in a welcoming fashion, making the most of her large mouth. She was still wearing her brother’s suit and surname, so that might be enough not to make her trustworthy in Sonia’s eyes, but she had to try.