"They weren't my 'kin' - who the hell even says 'kin' anymore? It's like de factor auto-redneck speak. Never mind that you're being totally racist like that."

Oh, and now he's ignoring her. 'Cause that's totally the mature route to be taking here. Well, fine. See if Lia gives a rat's ass - hint: she does not. See how much she does not in how she crosses her arms, and scowls, and mutters under her breath wondering why the hell she even decided to show up here when she could be getting an actual pizza.

Until she hears the name Marcone being dropped. She may have been out of Chicago for a while, and only in the city for a short time, but even she knows that name and it's not exactly the with the best of connotations. She blurts out before she can stop herself, "The hell are you doing looking for Marcone?!"