[i][b]Stai[/b] male[/i], Simona thinks as she hobbles along. [i]At least he's trying. It sure beats nothing.[/i] "I, ah... I'm okay!" she manages as the others run past her. She piles into the truck a few seconds behind them and something [b][i]sharp[/i][/b] pokes at her stump. [i]Cazzo![/i] It's all that she can do to avoid actually shouting the word. She gets a couple of glances, but then Robert's outlining a plan that involves more killing and shooting and blowing things up and precisely zero espionage and Silvio's mashing the pedal. Her leg. Simona has to get it off. It's damaged and it's hurting her. "Ma[i]nna[/i]ggia!" She hisses mostly under her breath. The Opel rumbles down the road and she shamelessly reaches up her dress and undoes all of the straps holding Legnoso on. Just as she can feel it come free, there's shouting and shooting, and she ducks and covers. Two Germans get run over, her prosthetic tumbles to the floor of the truck, and they keep barreling along. She glares up at Silvio with all of the ersatz fury that she can muster. "Looka dis!" she shouts, "Looka what you do!" She looks at Robert. "Whenna we go a take ah da treno, you no ah letta him drive. Okay? Ima gonna drive!" She crosses her arms. "So, is ah enne person ah hurt?"