She's take aback at the kiss; she definitely wasn't expecting it, even knowing he was from the Renaissance. But she really should've expected it.

Even so, she finds herself nodding her head slightly. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Ezio."

She means it, even if it has become hard for her to instantly trust people these days. A civil war splitting friends tends to do that. But here is not there, and there's something about having someone understand the need to be up above the hustle and bustle of the rest of the crowd, to be able to watch without being seen, that sets her more at ease. And so she smiles.