[Ah well, so the friendly act isn't working. Haytham immediately drops the smile, the expression on his face quickly returning to his usual neutral.]

[He can let her go, perhaps tail her for a while, and hope to eventually learn what he wants to know... In a city this size he might not run into her again for weeks.]

[To hell with it.]

A pity--I was hoping to learn the origin of the cross upon your cloak. It bears a striking resemblance to a symbol with which I am familiar.