Bianchi smiled serenely, pressing Alessandro's can toward herself and popping the top before handing it to him. The man swallowed heavily clearly still unsure he should trust her. But she was leaning against his side and he glanced down and picked up the can, lifting it to his lips and downing half the can in a few glugs, like someone jumping into icy water in one go to get it over with.

Bianchi picked up her own can and drank sedately. "Some men are so shy." She murmured, gaze on the man who'd yelled. But her eyes cut like fire toward the man who started grandstanding. She stared at him like he was a worm writhing on the sidewalk. And then after an uncomfortable moment she started laughing. "Reasonable. Aren't they adorable?" She said lightly to Reborn. Her arm left Alessandro's and she reached for her purse, a larger bag now, and guns whipped out as she pulled out a packet of kleenex, a compact and a can of hairspray. She ignored all the weapons and flipped the compact open to dab at her eyes, drying away tears from her laughter.