No. It's... it's okay. [ Her pride's wounded; her toes play with the flip-flop straps. ] I... I mean, who am I to tell you what to do and believe, right? I don't know anything about the mafia or Italy or... your life! [ She smiles -- ] We couldn't be more different, huh? I'm a detective's daughter from Japan and you're an Italian boy in the mafia! It sounds like a drama. [ -- and punctuates it with a giggle.

If I were in a position of power, this stuff would stay in a drama.

She has questions, but she won't indulge. Instead, Sayu gives him a genuine smile and tries to steer his thoughts away from whatever direction they'd taken: ]

I'd say you're pretty good at protecting people without any dynamite, you know [ a beat ] speaking from experience.