[ What is he doing? This shouldn't be him – literally anyone else on this god forsaken peninsula could do a better job of this. He heaves out a sigh, levels Rosa with a look. ]

Abbacchio. C'mon, let's get the hell out of here.

[ It's cold and the only thing he can really think of doing is the exact same thing Bucciarati did for him when he first arrived, and that's to get her a hot drink. So he begins striding out of the alley, long legs carrying him at a pace that is probably hard to match.

With some adjustment he makes his steps smaller, easier to keep up with and begins searching for some sort of café or coffee shop. Bavan is better than Kulen – marginally – so finding somewhere he's less likely to be glared at the entire time he's there for daring step foot in the premises shouldn't be too much of a struggle. ]

Stay close. If you get lost, I'm not running around looking for you.

[ He doesn't want to, but if she did get lost he would. He's simply trying to limit the possibility with his warning. She doesn't need to know. ]