Altaïr rather hoped they hadn't picked up taking people's fingers off again, he'd be obliged to have a talk at whomever had thought to restart that particular tradition. He'd ended it for a reason.

It takes a few moments to get her bracer to sit comfortably on his arm, over his sleeve this time "I will not take too long, there are other things to take up time after all."

With that he's off, not returning for a good fifteen minutes. Though when he does it's with a wide grin. "I shall have to look in to building one for myself I think, and it's admittedly a bit more fun than you made it look, Evie Frye."