Jack watched her drink her tea and smiled politely to hear her name.<br/><br/><em>Rosa.  That's Italian for sure.  Of course, I am in New York, but what kind of guido dresses like that?  No, she must be from Italy.</em><br/><br/>He watched her demeanor change slightly after she laid her cup down and he was happy to finally hear a question worth answering.<br/><br/>"By all means, Miss Rosa.  I don't like beating around the bush and I am awful curious as to how you two fit into New York City in those get-ups."  He said as he relaxed his sitting position, feeling a little more at ease.