Emanuela grunted a bit as she got up from her crouch. Her knees were feeling old today. She put her hands on Stephanie's upper arms to steer her to the side for a moment.

"It's alright, Nina. It's just my nephew and his wife." She set the pin cushion on her work table. She made her way over the woman and put a protective arm around her shoulders. "Come away from the door. Let's get you a nice soft place to sit. Beto won't come in here. Marcelo, set the drinks down and step outside. Keep an eye on things."

She steered Nina through the shop. She glanced at Stephanie. "Even if Beto manages to get past Marcelo, he'll have to face someone even stronger."