"Oh, just most people from Gotham that strolled in." Especially once they figured out Ezio's profession. As she moves with him, hands still resting on his ass, she thinks back. "I know it doesn't matter--like, it really doesn't matter now--but it mattered to me when a lot of them were here. Just 'cause, you know."

The whole struggle for acceptance thing. It made her a little sensitive.