[ She picks up on the sound, but it's not until Rafael's reflexively turning that she really puts it together that oh hey. That's. A sound directed at them. Startled, she glances over as the woman takes off, not really getting time to be uncomfortable even before the small intrusion has passed. She blinks it off once Rafael starts to apologize, looking back up at him. ]

I had a pretty good idea what I was getting into.

[ Her free hand lifts to smooth over his cheek, affectionately basking for a moment, then she moves with him out into the wider thoroughfare and out of the apparently not-so-apparent side street. ]

As people stalking us in Italy goes, wannabe paparazzi? Definitely the low end of the stress continuum. [ See: every other time they've had in Italy ever. ]