[ Alberto is so affronted by this. Why are all cats so damn scary?! This thing is like— like a giant monster Machiavelli! At least Uri didn't attack Alberto for no reason, necessarily, but that doesn't mean he didn't get a couple light scratches in the kerfuffle, nothing even noticeable at first, didn't even feel anything. He's definitely mad that he's pretty much lost that tote bag, though... It sustained the most damage, for sure. He's hesitant at first to even try to get it back, until Uri is clearly focused on the stolen fish. Then he scrambles to sit up and inches toward it on his hands and knees to snatch it up real quick. The fishing net and salami and Sofia's leash and collar are still in there, and he at least needs those. He clutches the tattered bag to his chest protectively, glowering at the leopard, muttering to himself under his breath. ]

Mannaggia... Stupido gatto...!

[ He's careful of all the broken glass on the ground as he slowly stands again, minding his bare feet as he steps over it all on tiptoe with the full length of his gangly legs. This is probably the most careful Alberto's been about anything since being here, except maybe, like, uh... Nope, nope, this is the most careful he's been about anything. So the scowl he's wearing, to him, seems quite well-deserved, as he turns his irritated gaze on Gokudera himself now. ]

He just stole Sofia's bait, you know that, right?! Why didn't you stop him!?

[ Nevermind Gokudera caught the lizards. And nevermind the salami that Alberto's going to protect at all costs now. The fish was where it's at. And the only thing that was free... It was his last one of his most recent catch, hard to gather big catches without a boat, after all, and Alberto doesn't have time to go catch another. The kid's got limited funds. Though, it occurs to him, Gokudera doesn't know he fished that fish himself... He points an accusatory finger at the bomber, his other hand still clutching the bag. ]

You're paying for more fish at the market!