Ezio had been attempting to make his way through the crowds. It was nice to be down with everyone else, on foot, sometimes, but he was beginning to get irritated at how many people there were. Perhaps he could simply get on the rooftops and not have to worry about bumping into people or knocking anyone over. He couldn't help being wary of pickpockets, either, considering there was an abundance of them where he was from.

Brushing past a man, he made a startled noise as he felt someone bump into him, his hand coming out to grip her arm in case she fell. "Mi scusi," he murmured, crouching to pick up the apples that had fallen.

"My apologies, signorina," he spoke politely, though a little suavely, genuinely apologetic for knocking things out of her hands.