Zinc has very cold hands, and helping her to her feet is like lifting a feather. She's sure to reclaim her hand quickly once she is is balanced, brushing at her again with light fingertips.

"I do," she answers. Her family had traveled quite a lot when she was young. She'd never enjoyed it, and as soon as she'd been old enough to clearly decline she had stopped going along on family trips. She'd preferred it, the time alone. Firenze had never been one of the destinations she visited, but she still knew where it was. Even if Ezio says she has been in Rome, the question itself remains how she had come from Italy and Zinc had been taken from the States. "It's far, from where I was."

It's a distracting thought, but she's also been asked her name, and so she gives it.

"I'm called Zinc." Not the name she'd been born to, but the one she preferred to be called.