[center][h2]Simona Ricci[/h2][/center]

Simona tries not to turn a paler shade of white. Her Nonna already tells her that she doesn't get enough sun. The men are talking quickly in English - [i]Subtle as a freight train,[/i] she remarks inwardly - and she's only able to catch bits and pieces. Still, she gets the gist of it. [i]Lots of shooting. Lots of killing. Dead Nazis. A car. Running.[/i] Simona just [i]loves[/i] running. It occurs to her that they probably don't realize that she has one leg. 

She leans against the table and notices Colani looking her up and down. He makes some kind of comment that she doesn't quite understand, but his body language gets the main idea across. She stops herself from rolling her eyes at him, and manages a little smile instead. Male attention is hard to refuse and also useful. She furrows her brow trying to concentrate on what they're saying, and picks up that Silvio wants to go outside and that Norheim, or uh...Viking, doesn't really like him. Then people look at Simona.

"I ahhh..." [i]Aww fuck it, here goes.[/i] "I'ma Simona. I do uh...za nursing. If you getta hurt, I sew you up. Don't getta hurt. I'ma lazy. Zat's ah why I'm here." She pulls up the right side of her dress where the Beretta waits in a leg holster. She pulls it out. "I can uh..." She forgets the word in English. [i]Sparare... Sparare, goddammit! Didn't it also start with 's'?[/i] She decides to cut her losses. "Pew pew!" she makes a shooting motion. [i]Making a sterling impression, Simona. Just top shelf.[/i] "But, ahh, not so good, you know?" She glances at the big box of big guns. The recoil from any of them will likely knock her on her culo. Truth be told, Simona was hoping this wouldn't be so...[i]deathy[/i] right off the bat, that she could pull her usual schtick, and just be a mole, an information broker, and a lookout, but what can you do? "I think ah mebbe I shoulda go outta za side? Pew pew za Nazzis when ah zey come ah run?" English: she is absolutely speaking the fuck out of it. Her confidence grows. "Mebbe I could ah, go ah first. Do a little... [i]distrazione[/i] if ah you need? But ah...You za boss." 

Simona's heart is trying to hammer its way out of her chest. She wants to die as a wrinkly old woman, many years from now, but these delusions of grandeur that she has, they're likely to get her killed. She is in [i]way[/i] over head.