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There wasn't much he could do to assuage her disappointment. 

As much as he wanted to lend them the support they (presumably) needed, he knew he had obligations back home. He wasn't about to explain the odd complexities of his situation to a stranger, simply because it was wasted breath to explain about a family she would likely never meet, but he quietly hoped she didn't think too poorly of him for it. His ears fell a bit and he lent her an apologetic look. "Sorry, really. But if I meet any good folks, I'll send them your way. Only the good ones, though." he joked good-naturedly.

Marcello smiled, "Well shoot, thanks. Too many names to list, but they prolly have the last name DeMonte or DiSarinno still. That's easier on the brain to remember."

"I'll bring a gift when I come back by this way, if'n y'all don't mind. Returnin' the favor, even if you don't hear from any of my family. The effort's appreciated nonetheless."