The sudden and sharp no was a definite surprise, especially coming from the black haired female. Giorgio looked at her in surprise, noticing the sort of panic in her eyes. He didn't question it though, not wanting to make her even more upset.
"It's alright, you can have the upstairs bedroom if you're more comfortable with it." He reassured, hearing her wavering tone, obviously uncomfortable. Something must have happened to make her dislike either basements, confined spaces like it, or being underground in general. He may not question it now, but he would make sure to inquire about it once everyone was rested, but he would make sure to do it when they were alone. He didn't want to put her on the spot, specifically because Matteo would probably start teasing.
There wasn't a gym, per say. It was more of an exercise area with a small walking track around it.
"Well, I don't have a gym here, but there's an exercise area outside in the back yard. It's a fairly decent size, with a walking track." He informed her. Giorgio was sure Marco could find a punching bag if she really wanted one.
"I can look for a punching bag when I make a run into town later if you'd like, Ms. Amalia?" Marco suggested, obviously seeing the look on the blonds gave. Giorgio smirked at him then stood up.
"I'm sure everyone is worn out with the long day we've had, why don't we rest up and meet back here in two hours?" He suggested, turning his attention to Amalia. "I can show you the exercise area after we've rested. Is that alright? I'm sure you're just as worn out as the others from the trip here."
Matteo wasn't too tired, more on edge than anything. Even if they were away from the city that didn't mean they were safe. Once Giorgio told everyone to rest he planned to head downstairs with the heir and go over security measures.
"Bria will show you to your room, Ms...Fiore." Giorgio hesitated, wondering if it would be informal and rude to call her Amalia, even if she already said it was fine. He felt it was disrespectful, but maybe he'd try some other time. Matteo smirked at the blond, watching as the female capo led Amalia upstairs. Marco retreated down a hall and to the bedrooms on that floor, leaving Matteo and Giorgio.
"I'm gonna come hang with you for a while, Gio." Matteo followed after him, seeing the blond start towards the basement door. Giorgio looked over at him and nodded.
"That's fine, I wanted to talk to you about some things." The two headed down the stairs and in to the basement.
It was a little chilly down there; very noticable once you got closer to the bottom of the stairs. Giorgio went to the kitchen area first, grabbing both of them a drink. Matteo took the can an popped it open, settling on a chair at the bar area.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" He asked curiously as he took a sip of the drink. Giorgio joined him on the opposite side so he was facing the gun slinger.
"I'm sure you know that even though we're here it's still not a hundred percent safe. I need you to make rounds at least three times a day; one in the morning, again in the afternoon, and lastly before we all turn in for the night. Anytime after that is up to you." He explained. Matteo hummed.
"I'll make another round before I go to bed myself, since I don't exactly go to bed early." Giorgio nodded in thanks.
"Another thing, no matter what happens to the rest of us your main priority is Amalia. Understand?" His tone was a lot more serious and stern than Matteo was use to, making him sweat a bit.
"Yeah, of course, man. Why are you so serious about this? It's not the first time we've had to do this." He reminded, a frown on his face.
"She's more important than the other people we've been charged to look after. So, her safety is the main priority above ours." He explained, opening his own drink. Matteo stared at the blond for a moment before a mischievous smirk stretched across the brunettes face.
"Are you really concerned about that," he paused, laughing at the offended look on Giorgio's face, "or is it because you think she's carina?" He teased, making his friend glare at him
"I mean, I don't blame you! She's a very bella ragazza after all."
"Shut up, capella de culo." He hissed. Matteo laughed, noticing his friends face reddening just a smidge. Matteo wasn't wrong, Amalia was a very pretty girl, but it was the time to be distracted by such things. They were on a mission after all, a slip up like that could cost any of them their lives, which Giorgio was most definitely not willing to risk.
*Capella de culo-ass hat