He grabs one of the little bags for the rock, only moving away long enough to do that before coming back to Emporio and patting his back.

"Enrico Pucci. So name somethin' the plan involved, an' I'll say the plan about so an' so ain't gonna work, don't do it?"

He gives him an earnest nod. "We'll warn 'em, okay? Some version of 'em. So that they got time to think out what they're doin'. If this river knows it'll take it to 'em early enough to do somethin' about it."

He might not entirely trust it, but it's better than just feeling helpless.