It took everything in her power to not laugh. Not that it was funny outside of a sense of morbidity, but here she was climbing out of some strange fountain, in clothes she had never seen, and now a man was introducing himself as the great master assassin Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. It was ridiculous, unfathomable, and then followed by the distinct chill down her spine as he knew her name. Which was rarely a comforting experience in an unknown situation with strangers.

"I see we are unevenly acquainted." Evie settled on at the introduction of this supposed grandmaster. "And me, here, unaware of where I've even arrived."