[Da Vinci's already moving to shield the girl, shifting to wrap her arm around her shoulders and guide her away from the gruesome sight.]

Something unpleasant our hosts thought up, I imagine.

[Her voice is still sympathetic, even though there's a slight edge to it aimed at whoever is responsible for this.]

I'm sorry... it's not an easy thing to ignore. Why don't we go somewhere quieter to talk for now?

[She'll wait to see if the girl is amenable to this before moving from this spot, though.]