Ramon gives a look that clearly says she's a freak.

'Not unless you want to go out to dinner covered in blood. Come on.'

He forgets that she has no idea he has rooms in this house as well - and it's a pretty damn impressive looking house. Rico is half supported, half carried around the side of the place and through the back into the kitchen, which is a room that looks far to nice to have a man bleeding all over it. No one gives a damn about that though, it has a big enough table to let him lie down. People start getting clean towels and water; Ramon ignores them and gets a couple of beers out of the fridge, handing one over to Fi and watching the scene dispassionately.

'The doctor won't be long,' says a voice and Fi will have no trouble being able to surmise who this is. Apart from being bigger and taller, the man looks very like the older version of Ramon. 'And Raul is coming over.'

'Henri is dead, papa.'

'...oh.' Ramon shows no special respect for the man but there is an easy familiarity, far more like equals than father and son. He doesn't look at him while this news is imparted and Salazar the elder doesn't look at his boy, choosing to muse in the direction of the window instead. 'I'll tell him. He'll want to talk to you obviously but perhaps it would be better if he didn't see you until tomorrow anyway.'

'I'm going out after I clean up.'

'Who's she?' Emanual nods at Fiona as if she can't hear him speak.

'She's with me.'

Beat.

'She killed about four of them and kept Rico alive in the car so don't give me shit, alright?'

His father closes his mouth, looks amused (for unclear reasons), then winks at Fi with an expression she'll probably be quite familiar with. 'Go out then. But I expect you here before lunchtime tomorrow.'

Ramon just shrugs (he'll be late, he always is) and jerks his head towards Fi, indicating the stairs so she knows to follow him.