[There is not much of a delay between Polnareff knocking and Bruno opening his bedroom door. It's not altogether a surprise to see Polnareff--not in the sense that he was entirely unanticipated as it was more a matter of when rather than if--but he is a pleasant surprise all the same and Bruno greets him with a warm albeit mild expression.]

I was wondering when you'd stop by. Come in.

[Bruno pulls the door wider and steps further back into his room. Coming into Bruno's room is certainly a good step towards getting to know him as he's been here long enough to accumulate a few personal effects, though not too many as Bruno wouldn't care for the clutter. There is a highly detailed sketch of some of the beach in Napoli framed and hung on one of the walls. On a small table beside a door that attaches to another bedroom is a record player with a small stack beneath the table. (They were the only things of Abbacchio's that Bruno decided to take from the room.) His bedroom is also carefully divided despite being all one room. There is an obvious distinction between a more "public" area with a small couch, coffee table, and a longer table with a couple of chairs against one of the walls. The "private" is a little sparse by comparison with only his bed and end tables.]

[Bruno steps over to the coffee table, picking up the mug of hot coffee up off its coaster near some potpourri before he crosses the room towards the larger table, pulling out a chair. Bruno sets his mug down on another coaster at the table as he sits.]

I believe what I've drawn up should be feasible, [he says as he pushes aside a ruler, pencil, and eraser off building plans he's drawn to scale with careful notes of measurements and the like written in neat handwriting. He nods to a small model similar in size to a child's bath toy sitting nearby on the table.] That will be the finished product.