She doesn't remember the one word that managed to come out of her mouth, mind and body buzzing because wow, okay, she's really kissing Ezio and he's kissing her back and maybe she should have said to hell with it a lot sooner. Better late than never, right? So, when he responds he should be thanking her, she almost laughs and asks why before they're kissing again.

More confident now, she decides now it's actually appropriate to be sitting on his lap, and invites herself there as she deepens the kiss.

She figures his back probably doesn't feel great, against the stairs, but whatever. She's in the moment. This is much, much better than freaking out about impending doom.