There's a few churches. ( Her own smile is rueful. ) Some of them are in better condition than others.

( And most - she doesn't know about all, it's not like she's tried to go to ever single church in what was once London - are in disrepair.

She couldn't say what time the lady is from by a glance, but it's the name that catches her, and she wonders if her own accent would mean anything, if she'd be familiar with Sicily even if a unified Italy is off the cards, based on her clothes.

After a moment's thought, she slips into Italian - Sicilian dialect, but still Italian. ) My sincerest apologies for your being removed from your home, Vanozza. Please let me know if you need any assistance.

( She can pay her respects to women, even if doing the same for men makes her skin crawl. )