Giovanni raised an eyebrow. He let out a long, irritated breath as he ordered a hot dog with everything. "Those damn fame checkers..." He sighed again and took a bite of his hot dog. "Look, this is the first I've eaten in hours, and I didn't have a very big breakfast. Toaster pastry and coffee, and before that, I was up all night. There are a lot of things on my mind right now, so I think you can figure out that I am under a lot of stress. Empty stomachs don't help matters!"
He took another bite and wiped his mouth. "Once I get some food in me, I'll think of something. I have an edge somewhere, and that edge would be this damn Mount Quena operation. That damn beast wiped my goddamn memory!"
(On that note, bed time.)