Evie takes off, moving with assured step. She moves from roof to roof with precision befitting their brotherhood. The wider roads are taken in stride, with a fire of her zipline from her wrist. It's hardly latched itself to the opposite side of the street before she's pushing off.

It doesn't take long, to get to the church, less time still to start to climb, especially aided with her zipline. These old cathedrals had wonderful foot holds, and she's been climbing them for years, and vertical ascension is the best part about her little device.

It's at the top of the bell-tower that she stops, on the small balcony at the top. It's a close race, but the newer tools were a factor. Almost immediately upon getting solid footing, she's pulling her hood down and smiling over at Altair. "You're good." She extends a hand, the gold of her Daylight-and-Assassin ring catching in the light. "Evie Frye."