Franziska shakes her head sharply, irritated by Miles's presumptions. "It's very tidy, actually. Not everyone leaves a trail of evidence wherever they go. And I'm not rude enough to go into their rooms or through their belongings without their permission."

She looks up at Miles with a withering stare that suggests that he, in fact, might be such a person. Franziska is, of course, being somewhat facetious. If it was in her interests, she would have done a thorough examination already. Yet, she'd had more important things on her mind. Namely, ensuring that Miles hadn't been in any trouble.

"Anyway, how much further along is this establishment?"