Away from the musty kitchen, Steph's stomach remembers it's empty, and it hurts. Lovely. She can't actually remember the last time she ate, or what even it was. It makes her quiet as she matches Ezio's speed, trying to remember a number of things that just come up blank.

As they near the wall, she speaks up.

"Should we go in the front, or try and get a peek from a wall, first?"