[Maria is on the verge of being absolutely livid, and she does not for one second miss the glower Ezio shoots at Altaïr and, frayed as her temper already is, mistakes it for hostility.

She counts to ten as the customers leave, trying to get her temper under control before she blows her top spectacularly, and she squares her stance as she lifts her chin and intercepts one dirty look with another of her own making. Her tone is positively icy when she does speak, dangerously calm.]

I'm going to assume that you know precisely what sort of man my husband is or you wouldn't be assuming that I'm a Templar and treating me as though I'm about to bring havoc down upon you, and if that is the case then do you honestly think he'd be that stupid? And if I was a Templar then don't you think I'd be a little more interested in taking his head rather than his hand?

[And now she's going to shoot a dangerous look at Altaïr.]

I suppose you while you were busy not telling anyone about your wife you neglected to mention your son too. Altaïr, if you are here then who is with Darim?