Waiting beside the safehouse Abbacchio was busy scouting out the place for any potential dangers to Trish or Bucciarati, remaining on edge he couldn't help but shift his attention to a noise he heard.

Abbacchio's tense shoulders relaxed as he realized it was a familiar face. "Oh, hello, what're you doing outside the safehouse?" Abbacchio questioned. No one was supposed to leave the safety of the safehouse at the moment, any unnecessary outside activities could draw attention to them.