[What a blunt man. Da Vinci doesn't mind that. Sometimes, people who spoke their mind were less trouble than those who agreed to everything. She follows him out, shooting a look behind her at the poor clerk who's no doubt offering a prayer of silent thanks for this turn of luck.
Yeah. You better appreciate her aid, buster.
Once they're outside, she speaks up.]
Mafia? You wouldn't be talking about the Black Fist, would you?
[Of course he would be. But she wants to gauge what he knows -- and what he's willing to talk about.]
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Yeah. You better appreciate her aid, buster.
Once they're outside, she speaks up.]
Mafia? You wouldn't be talking about the Black Fist, would you?
[Of course he would be. But she wants to gauge what he knows -- and what he's willing to talk about.]