It's lucky he didn't get a chance to do anything childish, the result would not have been at all pleasant. She's unnerved and, although she's reluctant to admit it, a little afraid. Voices in heads and architecture that turns her stomach and makes her unsure which way is up is just not something an Italian woman is used to seeing.

Seeing Ezio, though, is soothing in its own way. Who can she trust if not him?

"Ezio," she crosses to his side, lifting a hand to place on his chest to be sure he's really there. "You hear it too? When did you arrive here?"