Waking up here would probably be the worst nightmare. Step takes a deep breath, burying that thought away, and nods. She missed that smile. She thinks, at least. Didn't she just see it?

"Yeah, think so. I woke up downstairs. In this," she says with a gesture at her suit, "Which is weird. Or at least I think it is? Uh, we didn't drink anything weird, did we?"

But when? She can't remember the last interaction she had with Ezio clearly.

"And, um."

She glances around them.

"It's really quiet. Like, spooky quiet."