When Barelli stayed silent even so, Reborn shrugged. "I think he's shy. Let's go somewhere a little more intimate," he said softly, glancing at Bianchi. "It would be irrational to expect a good conversation in all this crowd." There are only a few police officers left in this room, the "informal security" having disappeared at that first sign of law enforcement. And Reborn could already see some of his already identified contacts, including the lawyers from the various assembled families, speaking with them, demanding that everyone be released. But it would take a while for such things to get put through to the proper channels, and they didn't have the time, if his suspicions were correct. The knife in his pocket felt heavy, demanding for him to examine it more closely.

"Do you have anything with you that isn't quite so final, Bianchi?"