[Giovanni's brows pull together around a frown, and there's something in his face, almost (but not quite) concern. He closes the remaining distance between them until he's standing at his colleague's side, though he makes no move to touch him, uncertain as to what he ought to do from here. He keeps the swarming rioters in the periphery of his vision, remains alert and focused, but for the moment they're reduced to a secondary concern as he looks down at the Enforcer, tries to process what he's saying.]
Were you infected by the recent illness? A lingering after effect, perhaps?
[A pause, just the length of a heartbeat, and then--]
Do you require my assistance?
[To get up and away from here for a moment, perhaps. He isn't sure.]
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Were you infected by the recent illness? A lingering after effect, perhaps?
[A pause, just the length of a heartbeat, and then--]
Do you require my assistance?
[To get up and away from here for a moment, perhaps. He isn't sure.]