"That's right. I sat a few rows over." Though Franz is usually gregarious and charming, the situation had everyone a bit overwhelmed that day. He kept touching his stomach where the blade went through moments before, in spite of knowing it had been healed. But it helps a little, he thinks, to have someone to show things to. Someone to tease a little bit. Hopefully this young ma-- wait, he's a doctor?

Franz raises an eyebrow, and meets the hand offered. His handshake is firm. "Well, if we're going for full titles - Baron Franz d'Epinay, at your service, doctor. I'm currently assigned to communications."