[ Alberto knows what sandwiches are, although not from a very good source... But he gets it. And he's inwardly delighted by her doodles in the dirt, something of an artist himself — well, something, for sure... He listens carefully, which is frankly somewhat rare, but given how much help and time and attention she's given him, plus her failed self-sacrifice, and her missing leg, and her applause of his Vespa experiments, and her own general stubbornness that of course even he can't overlook... she's captured his interest, if not his respect, quite. That may take more time yet. But she's compelling enough for him to sit quietly and let her talk without interrupting, which is also something special. But when he finally does interject, gesturing as he talks, it's still... well.... ]

Hey, hey, hey. I know all about money. Say, you don't know how to fish, eh, so you go to the pescheria, and you buy a fish from the fisherman, who knows how to fish. Or maybe you are the best at everything in a contest and win soldi as the prize. I won one thousand Lira once. Well— as a team... With my friends... But we bought a Vespa, then I sold it, and bought a train ticket! I know how money works!

[ Always this self-defensiveness... Insisting he knows what he's doing. How old is this kid? His voice still breaks when he gets worked up. He probably hasn't even shaved for the first time — not that... Dela may know much about that... Or Alberto, either, even.

But with another lapse in this bravado, glancing aside, he does reach into his own pocket and pull out the phone that was given to him upon his arrival. ]

...But I've never had an Everything Machine like this.

[ That's what he's named it, maybe aptly. And that's what he'll continue to call it. Probably forever. ]