[ Ramir doesn't miss that thump, and it strikes her as a little unusual. Giorno's still on that mission, she's pretty sure, and Fugo is a pretty deliberate guy. He doesn't go stumbling around. She's quiet for a few seconds, distracted, before she finally shakes her head. He probably just shut the door too loud. ]

No, but I rode some in — 

[ Another thump, louder, and now she's frowning. Maybe he's having trouble with something out there. She sighs and drags herself to the edge of the bed to stand up. ]

Fugo's breaking shit out there. Let's put him in timeout in the kitchen so he can still make dinner for us.