Giorno, on his newfound journey, decided to be the lookout for the day, admiring the cool breeze and plants of the outdoors as he scouted out around the safehouse.

He watched as a butterfly flew past, briefly admiring its pattern. "Interesting.. I haven't seen one like this in italy." Giorno muttered to himself before the butterfly flew off. He stayed vigilant as he walked around the building, never straying too far from it. His job as to protect so his guard was high.