Elissa was equally as curious about her new surroundings, though she did not have the aptitude Ezio did for the rooftops and her adventurous streak needed a bit of rest. She was too engrossed in the types of shops, the clothes people wore, and the kinds of food that were being sold. Her eyes were everywhere, a certain paranoia to the way she scrutinized instead of admired the few things that stood out to her. She didn't have the energy for fighting. She needed to avoid anything - or anyone - who seemed threatening.

The man who approached her had a curious accent, one that reminded her of her sister-in-law. She turned to him with an inquiring look and then realized he was remarking on her state of dress.

Flushing briefly with shame, she reached up to rub her palm over her smudged cheek. "I am...lost, you could say." She didn't want to directly answer his question, still uncertain whether she deemed him safe enough to badger with her own inquiries. Atticus sniffed at Ezio and seemed to find him adequate. "You aren't a native of these parts, are you, messere?" If his clothes were any indication...