Gizka doesn't answer, but instead demands that the girl undress, and begins taking off her own ridiculous pink costume.
The woman, visibly mixed on what this means, obeys. She is clearly used to disrobing in a hurry, and has them off before Gizka can figure out how to get her arms out of the puffy sleeves.
Gizka finishes undressing, and takes and dons her old clothes as best she can. The jack will never quite be the same again... Looking down, she finds the girl reaching for her dress. More by reflex than anything, Gizka steps on her hand.
"You dress, but do not leave. I have plans, might need another person. You like money?"
The girl, obviously terrified, nods.
"Good. There is money in helping me. And less flying. Be a good bird, stay here, and you will see gold. We will be good friends, yes?"
The girl nods again, frantically.
"Good! I will have someone send up a soup. Soups. Is soup singular? Can I say 'a soup'?" Gizka furrows her brow. The girl looks confused. "Whatever. You stay."
Gizka closes the door, and returns downstairs, confident that she has conveyed the message, but now concerned about her grasp of the language. Her plan right now is to collect her pay, and either simply leave, or depending on her mood, go back upstairs and give the girl a few lira for her silence. Depends on what the Borgia want.
Downstairs, she gives the signal to the innkeeper, and asks for a bowl to be sent up to the girl. Then, sits down to wait for her ship to come in. A ship with golden sails.