It's surprisingly easy to fall asleep in the spring sun, on the soft grass, even with nasty tar covering various parts of her person.

Her dream about being in a bubble bath and eating a turkey leg with one of the members of a boyband she liked in her youth is interrupted by the feeling of someone tripping over her. That's totally a distinctive feeling. She sits up with a gasp, turning to look at the pile of Connor next to her.

... she probably shouldn't tell Ezio about this.

"Oh, crap! Are you okay?" She reaches out to touch him, but pulls back once she remembers her hands are gross.