“Real question, here.” Abbacchio starts, leaning in against the table that they were sitting at. He feels the wood creak slightly as he does, this was a pretty shitty joint, after all. They had time to kill, waiting around for Buccellati to get back from whatever it was that he was doing. He might as well make some sort of conversation, and with the one member of the team he actually got along with.

More or less.

crossed  arms,  indicating  mule - like  STUBBORNNESS  as  he  preaches,  with  the  confidence  and  poise  of  a  prosecutor :

“  dont  care  how  much  you  beat  it  over  my  head,  ‘ gelato ’  or  whatever  you  call  it  aint  in  ANY  WAY  better  than  good  ‘ ole  ice  cream,  you  hear ?  what  youre  tellin  me  jus ’  sounds  to  me  like  bootleg  ice  cream !  just  eat  the  real  thing,  no  need  for  this  ‘ Great  Value ’  SHIT ”

One word , three syllables , say it & Okuyasu’s yours . Tonio’s , of course ! Not that he’d expect the stranger to be aware of the title , nor the reputation amassed behind it . In fact , it isn’t even uttered , something elected to remain a surprise . No , instead -- he opts to secrecy . “ It’s really easy -- just walk down this street & then turn right -- wait , no -- hang a left ? Or . . . ” Brows furrow , minor frustration evident as hands come up in two L shapes , reorientation between self & the directions .

Or he just gives up on that -- giving up is cool , too . He hunches forward as his hands dig back into his pockets in self - imposed defeat . At least , not before a preliminary wave of his hand to get the stranger to follow him around . 

“ You know what ? How about I just walk you there instead ? ”

“B-But I swear I heard a gunshot – !!” If that wasn’t a dead giveaway that she was a tourist – and a first time visitor to Italy at that, then her voice certainly would’ve. Surprisingly, she hadn’t had many problems in the glorious city, no pickpockets or any theft of the sort. Jotaro had warned her about.. something or another, but.. she couldn’t really remember his warnings when she was so starry-eyed with wanderlust!

She tries to look around the taller man to no avail, accumulating her minor frustrations into a huff. Why did nobody seem to care..? Had she misheard..?

‘I’m not THAT old!’ she thought, irritated. ‘I can recognise the sound of a gun firing. It must have been close..’

Her eyes drift away from the man blocking her and trying to hustle her away to one of the side-alleys. In there, maybe..? Tugging the strap of her purse closer on her shoulder, she tried to make a move around him once again.

“Please, if someone got injured, they’re going to need an ambulance! So, step aside, or I’ll be forced to make you!”