Across the hall from her, then he'd... probably realize why being near her room as an absolutely awful thing. Sorry, Giorno, except not remotely sorry. She really doesn't care about anyone else at the end of the day, after all.

His lingering stare isn't helping the situation, either, as she's shifting to push that out of sight. Or, well, try to do so. Even with the weather she doesn't entirely understand how to cover every little bit of her body up, problems with coming from a place where it's almost always warm year round.

"My mother's family is Italian, that's all you need to know." The words are snipped, not seeming particularly keen on giving more detail just yet. But what she will do, is push another subject entirely.

"You seen that mark before? Guessin' on someone else?" Oh, there it is.