[It occurs to Haytham that she could be an Assassin plant, sent to lure others out. Paranoid? Not when you're dealing with the sorts of people Haytham's been dealing with his entire life.]

[Then again, Connor already knows he's here. If he hasn't told the others about him it's only a matter of time. Luring Haytham out wouldn't be gaining much ground on their end, the way he sees it.]

I consider myself something of a fanatic about history, you see--

[He cuts the sentence off midway, gives her a thin smile.]

Ah, but I can see that I'm keeping you from your day. My apologies.

[He sweeps his hat off and presses it to his midsection, giving her a polite bow.]

May the Father of Understanding guide you.

[He watches her face, studying her reaction to this.]