He blinks, wondering how they all came to be on that ship together. With the benefit of hindsight, going on such a voyage with a bunch of strangers doesn't seem like such a good idea. But then again, Firo supposes it does happen every day with the immigrants coming to New York, even if those ships are simply for transportation and not alchemical rituals.

After taking a sip of his drink, he offers a wry smile. "Well, no need to sugarcoat it on my account." He's seen a lot of the "not as pleasant" parts of his city in his short life. He doubts the shady areas of Lotto Valentino would be much different from the slums of his childhood. "...Though you don't hafta talk about it too much if you don't wanna."

If it makes Maiza uncomfortable, he doesn't want to force him to relive too much of that. Then again, they are both Martillo capos. Shady is something Maiza surely can deal with.