Machiavelli just stood there, leaning out of the windowsill as he tried to find Ezio. Why he had jumped out? He wasn't sure. And why did he sound like he had a cold or something? He didn't know. All he was aware of was that he was clearly in a rush and panicked about something.
Heavily sighing with assperation, he turned away from the window as some curious recruits were poking in to see what was going on, some chattering questions which he ignored as he started to search the room. All he could say was that something must have freaked the man out, because on the floor near the mirror was a discarded throwing knife. The other being that he was clearly too rushed to take his weapons along with him, seeing as his sword was on the table on the far wall next to a dagger, as well as his hidden blade sitting in plain sight on the nightstand.
"Idiota." He grunted as he picked up the hidden blade, then casted a glance back to the window. Surely he'd be at loss without his equipment. Then again, this was Ezio he was thinking about.
After she pulled out of the Tiber River, she was soaked, the robes clinging to her body and only showing off her hourglass figure. Before anything else, she started to ring out the robes, ignoring the uncomfortable damp wrinkled fabric that now stuck to her skin.
With a sigh, Ezio continued walked, trying to stray away from the main streets as best as she could to avoid any wandering eyes. The plan worked for a bit. She had managed to make it a bit a ways on the path, and soon would arrive. Where'd it go wrong? Well a thief came running into her, and vanished down the assortment of alleys, it was then she realized that the thief had just pickpocketed her! Ezio ended up chasing the man, and straight into the main streets, the thief being more difficult and running down another alley and past a patrol group, which, to her unraveling misfortune, she ran into one of the swifter.
"Hey wait!"
She didn't, all of her attention was on the thief, but consiting trying to run in misfitting clothes and the thief having a head start, it wasn't as easy as she'd originally hoped. Before she could manage to catch up, that guard caught her! Pushing her to the wall.
"Why'd you run, bella donna?" The guard questioned with an attempted suductive voice. His hands holding her wrists to the wall as he was unsettlingly close to her.
Ezio turned her face away, "A thief pickpocketed me. Now let me go so I can get it back."
The guard smirked, "Such entitlement, may I ask your name, signorina?"
Apparently just being blute wasn't doing much for her, she then glared as she tried to pull free, "Not one that you'd need to make use of." What was scary was the thought of what the guard would do if he knew who she really was, and if she was a man again, and actually looked her age instead of twenties.
That wiseass grin still on his face, and the rest of the guards having joined and watching with interest, the guard prosisted. "Why not you do a man a favor."
"And why not you do me one and leave me the hell alone, bastardo." Ezio spat, once again working to pull her wrists free.
"I'm afraid not," The guard hushed. "Why noy you do us both some good, and play along. I know you'll enjoy yourself."
By now, she had lost all patience for the clearly persistent guard, and slammed her knee up, hitting target. The guard let go, gripping what's probably been reduced now of his package and falling to his knees. Ezio took this as a chance, and ran, hoping to escape the guards as she searched for a place to hide. Settling with a haystack.