Well she had been heading toward the pavement, but she'll find her pitched tumble has been arrested by the very strong arm around her waist. Her punch is a total loss, a spatter of sticky red across the pavement that narrowly misses his denim, but it's better than a broken ankle or a busted face.

"Careful!" Ezio cautions, holding the woman until he's sure she's steady on her feet. It means he gets a good measure of her while they're close, the way he can feel her warmth bleeding through her clothes. "That might have been nasty."