[It's in Italian and not modern Italian either. And clearly an original text if the gloves she's wearing and the newly pulled shades are anything to go by. There's a legal pad and pen on her coffee table, lines of text copied over with words circled and notes around them connected by lines and arrows to the original. Some are scratched out like she changed her mind about meaning or understanding.

She doesn't look up from what she's doing when he joins her, though she is aware that he's hovering over her shoulder as she carefully turns another thin page.]

Glad I took my shower first.