Bruce's smile at her Italian earned one of her own, the tips of her ears (visible under the braids and curls Lucia had teased everything into that morning) turning a pale pink - something that might almost be blamed on venturing out too long in the sun. She smiled in return though, warmth shared for that passing moment until she too pulled back on it, looking down at her hands for a moment. She still smiled, though, a small thing by anyone else's standards, but obvious if anyone knew her usual expressions.
His second greeting made her look up again, and though she didn't realize, her lips moved slightly as she (once again) repeated the greeting to herself, trying to match his pronunciation in her mind. She was focused on that so much that for a moment she didn't quite register his extended hand or his question. She blinked at him at first, at his hand, then over at Lucia, as if the other woman might provide some sort of answer other than a widening smile, then at Pip, who'd calmed enough to sit about halfway between her and Bruce with an interested angle to his head. Everyone seemed to be waiting on her, her response, and with a visible jolt, she shook herself into action. "Alright."
Her fingers were cold as they slipped into Bruce's hand, the sort of chill that was nearly permanent, that hadn't faded even since her arrival in the Italian sun. She did her best not to tug at him too hard as she rose, though the dress still had enough skirt to it to require a bit of help when rising from the ground. She used her other hand to brush at her skirts, hoping not too much dust or grass stuck to her, but she didn't pull her hand away from Bruce's at first. At first. Until she realized that she likely should, and her fingers twitched as she tried to figure out a way to pull away again without seeming rude. She found herself at a loss, and simply looked at their hands.