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Texas... Would you mind telling me more about your life in Lungmen?

...I delivered things.

Texas's expression softens slightly.

But, it couldn't have just been logistics work, right?

Well... It sometimes gets complicated, but I really am just a delivery girl over there.

Okay... So there are no crossbow shootouts, police chases, cops and gangs, that kind of stuff? Back when I was in school, my roommate was way into Lungmen cinema.

You occasionally have some rubber bullets, some drag racing stunts, and... some high-quality vinyls. My friends like those kinds of things.

And, they've also asked me the same kinds of questions. What's Siracusa like? Do they really kill people at the drop of a hat? When you go outside, do you have groups of burly men in sunglasses following you around?

Sounds like something some smaller famiglie might do.

Your friends didn't come with you, did they?

No. I...

I actually don't even know how to explain all of this to them.

When all's said and done, I need to go apologize.

Lavinia leans forward slightly and raises two glasses of wine from the tray in front of her.

To your speedy return to Lungmen.

Texas reaches over to accept the glass of wine, revealing the corner of the poster stashed in her pocket.

Hmm? What's that?

Just a poster. Seemed like a pretty good joke at the time, but now that I think about it, it's just a poster.

'La Morte di Texas'...

I'll help you finish the rest.

Thanks.

Salute.