Before Prospero got a proper chance to answer everyone's questions, he noticed the red-haired woman drop down at the edges of the group. The way she acted casually as if she'd been there the whole time was a classic misdirection, meant to make it seem like she either really had been lurking there the whole time or had appeared out of thin air. More important and impressive than that was her presence and the effect she seemed to have on the other Guardians.

Namely, she was really, [i]really[/i] intimidating. He'd heard rumors before of the red-headed mercenary and tried his best to research her in preparation, of course. But nothing could have possibly prepared him for this. Sure, he had played the part of a villain while testing Naoto. But that had been a joke, a game, complete kid's stuff compared to how serious this woman seemed. The way she smiled after mentioning punishment games gave him chills and he was glad that his mask might conceal his nervousness a little while doing his best to appear completely at ease. 

Prospero hadn't taken orders from anyone since his father's death and he still wasn't sure he intended to become a subordinate of the Vongola. But once Sonya made him part of her training exercise, he found himself wondering if he'd been delusional in thinking he could use them for his own ends even if he was the next generation's Mist Guardian, if they had people like Sonya with them. He refused to outright admit that was a possibility, but he would play along with her training for now. Perhaps he would even become stronger for it, strong enough to achieve his goals. Plus there was always the possibility, distantly in the back of his mind, that he could become friends with these people he was being made to work with.

"Whatever you say then, Bella Doña. I guess it's important for me to get to know the town and the other Guardians."

He wasn't sure what to think of the guy they would be guiding around and that he would be translating for. The boy was much older than him, but other than that he didn't think much either way of just because he was American and Prospero didn't know a thing about him other than his wandering in after his last trick.

"So, shall we get going?" he said in both Italian and English.