[She just nods again, then takes a deep breath and puffs it out to blow a few strands of hair away from her face. It's a quiet, processing acceptance. She feels heavy now, shoulders relaxed even though there was still nothing relaxing about the night. Dully, she picks out something she figures he can answer without hurting. The rest can wait a little longer.]

Capire? And you said something to me earlier, too, when I was freaking out. Called me something other than commaruccia, and not stellina, either.