Had Bugsy traveled a long way? Eh, yeah. Considerably. The city was nowhere near here, and while he sometimes missed the stench of garbage and the chorus of human footsteps on the cracked sidewalks, perhaps it was for the best. His family's influence wouldn't be able to tempt him out here. It was like taking a vacation from his old life, though far longer than one would plan.

"Ma Chiamo Edelwiess." Well well well, was that a foreign tongue that he heard? And one that he recognized, by the sound of it. Bugsy, now quite interested in the young one that had presented herself upon the border, made his way over by the lovely medic. It seemed that she knew another language as well. Sporting a lopsided smile, he figured that he'd jump aboard the bilingual train and greet the pup, "The name's Bugsy. È un piacere.[sup]1[/sup]" Bugsy knew bits and pieces of the Italian language, as it was often used in the area that he had grown up in. His relatives spoke it, and he had been taught basic phrases when he was younger. He never bothered to learn much more of it, unfortunately.

He gave a glance to Imperia before looking back down at Edelwiess. She had basically asked the necessary questions, so he'd leave that up to her to handle.

1. It is a pleasure