Beatrice's straight face could make the devil shake. She usually managed to mask her emotions quite well, but not at the present moment. Someone with the Holy Vei's status shouldn't be so blind as to pass such baseless judgement against them. The least she could do is hear them out. They were not out for blood, despite the fact that they might as well be at that point going off of the treatment they were receiving. 

"And we're not denying history," she quickly chimed in after Francesca, "that would be foolish. We cannot change the past, but we can shape the future—both of our futures."

An infomercial, that's what she sounded like. But a couple of her teammates had already pleaded their case, and some pretty good ones at that. With that said, Beatrice wasn't sure whether the Holy Vei would budge. She was headstrong, claiming to know everything. The interaction at that point could go in any which way. They could attempt to reason all they wanted without much result, who really knew. A myriad of thoughts flooded her mind all at once, possible scenarios that could quickly unfold in the next upcoming moments. They could get ambushed, maybe killed on the spot. Or worse, get dragged away only to get tortured for an ungodly amount of time. Beatrice was sure they were being watched as they spoke. Not that she was the paranoid type, but you couldn't ever be too sure of anything, that much she was sure of from personal experience. 

Or...they could continue having their chat.