"Wow, how rude." Giovanni said. "You think I'd leave my adorable little brother in the hands of people who just tried to murder me? You'r-"

However, before he could continue, he heard a sound which caused him to go pale once more, and ran to the door.

Barking.

He could hear the sound of barking.

It wasn't just the one dog, either. From the sounds of it, there were [i]at least[/i] five, and it sounded like they weren't too far off, either.

"Hey hey hey, seriously?" He asked, nervousness entering his voice, before he ran to the javelin and pulled it out of the wall, chucking it to the girl. "Alright, you wanna help us out and live in our house? Help Nino upstairs. I'll try and get the door back in place, but you guys have to get off the ground floor [i]now[/i]. Also, keep away from the windows, and try not to make too much noise. Also, I'm calling dibs on the room with the double bed, so keep out of it. A house like this one is sure to have had a brat or two living in it at some point, so use theirs."

He began to run over to the doorway, before turning around again.

"And for your other question, he hasn't got the plague. Most other things, but not that. And if [i]anything[/i] bad happens to him, you're out of here, got it?"

And then he continued to the door. Thankfully, he hadn't accidentally knocked it off it's hinges, so it wouldn't require too much in the way of nails or anything. However, it [i]was[/i] broken enough for him to know it wouldn't stay closed if he just tried to do it the normal way. Looking around for a moment, he saw a pretty large coffee table/counter… thing… and pulled it in front of the door. That would keep it closed for now, but he'd probably want to put something bigger and heavier in front of it later on.

Meanwhile, Alistair ran into the room his sister and the sleepy italian were in, his arms wrapped around the medical kit his parents always insisted on carrying around.

"Hey sis, whaddaya need?" He asked. "I've got all kinds of stu-…"

And then he noticed that, rather than being in the same room as them like he'd seemingly intended to be, the other italian, the stupid one, was pushing furniture in front of the door, a panicky expression on his face.

"Sis, whats that idiot doing?" He asked bluntly, staring at Giovanni with a look that landed somewhere between bored and utter disdain. "Does he really think something like that will stop someone busting in? And even if it did, wouldn't they just come in through the windows?"

"Hey! I get that you brats might be more interested in gossiping, but maybe you should try doing that upstairs!" Giovanni shouted to them, not actually hearing Al's words, but hearing the sound of him talking. Come on! Chop chop!"

In response, Al simply continued to stare for a few more moments, before turning to his sister again.

"Hey Na, pass me the javelin. I don't think I'll miss this time."