[ "Show up here"...? Alberto doesn't like the way that's phrased. He's not spoken to anyone else yet, has no clue he's been spirited away, so every passing moment is more and more disconcerting, and ever so slightly starting to show, chipping away at his armor of false confidence. He can't help but let a tiny frown tug at the corner of his mouth when Laphicet asks if he was with Luca last. ]

...No. I haven't seen Luca for a couple weeks, actually.

[ He doesn't like admitting that when he doesn't even know where he is now, and averts his eyes to the side, then skyward, trying to save himself from showing that little lapse. ]

I was with our friend's dad, Massimo. I guess, look for him, too. Big, big guy — like huge — definitely looks like he kills things, y'know?

[ He's stretching his arms out as far as they can go as they walk, trying to evoke Massimo's height and brawn. ]

His arm is as big as I am! Oh, and he only has one— one arm, I mean.

[ He pulls his right arm behind his back, sticking his crooked elbow out at Laphicet demonstratively. ]

...And he has a moustache.

[ Crucial detail tagged-on matter-of-factly. In case his graphic description was not specific enough. Moustache, too. ]