[It isn't until they've found a table, ordered drinks, and the waitress has left their table to see to her other customers, that Haytham finally leans back in his chair and regards Maria. The fingers of his left hand drum idly on the tabletop.]

Now then, Maria Thorpe, I'm curious as to the year you come from, that you wear the cross so openly. Our order has worked from the shadows since the early fourteenth century.