Zinc gives her a bemused look. If Ezio doesn't know, she won't be able to explain it easily without a map. She shakes her head, maybe another time. Likewise, it was a bit much to explain that their relationship had been ended on Isaac Crew's terms when he'd beaten her and shot her on the floor of Barbet's studio. That Barbet had jerked her back from death so that she could live in misery as his pet.

"We are not... intimate, but he is my caretaker, now." Zinc has no complaint with being called beautiful, however. She could convince Barbet to say it aloud, from time to time, even though it annoyed him to do so. He had Reanimated her to preserve her, he protected her from the reach of the gangs that would gladly have taken such a pretty thing into their kennels, and she still wanted him to extol her? Yes, she truly did. It was truest from his lips. When anyone else said it to her... it was his work they praised. She was his best piece.

She would still have agreed that he was often an idiot of a man, but she loved him despite his fussiness and his faults. She smiles, a little, but it's weighed down by the inevitable knowledge that Barbet is not here, and she does not know how to return to him.

"Zinc wasn't named until the 16th century," she tilts her head, waiting to see if this is still later than what Ezio will recognize.