Cesare gives her hand a quick squeeze before letting her go, rearranging the napkin in his lap to give his hands something to do.

"Not at all. Trust me. You are not the first person to shed a few tears at a dinner table." She's not even the first that Cesare himself has witnessed. In fact it's a fairly common occurrence when you have a habit of picking up poor innocent people who are in a bad spot.

He grabs himself a creme brulee to join her and gives her a small smile.

"How long have you been in the city?" he asks, already knowing the answer.