As Francesca walked along, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a girl. Specifically, it was the girl that complained to her on the ship earlier about the low volume music. She took one of her earphones out while the other girl talked. "I'm sorry for my behavior back on the airship. I wasn't feeling well and it made me... edgy. I hope I didn't offend you." she apologized. An apology? That wasn't something she hadn't really be given in a while. It was mostly scared eyes. Non-understanding eyes. It wasn't that bad a long time ago. Mostly just in recent years did it get like that, until now at least. Still, what good was an apology? Words were words. Francesca could make them up as well. 

On the other hand, she was looking to the ground. . . In shame perhaps? "Words are meaningless in some cases." Francesca said, "Actions speak louder than words, I'll take your looking at the ground in place of your vocal apology." Her eyes stared at the other girl, not quite able to look her in the eyes due to the girl averting eyes. She made a 'hmmp' noise and continued, "We may fight on the battlefield together one day." She held her hand to the girl to shake hands, "Raise your head. We are peers, after all. Francesca Stahl, a pleasure. . . I suppose."