"It's not as bad as it seems," she insisted with a smile. It probably seemed strange that she defended living here, considering all the things that had happened to her and to her friends. But she couldn't help wanting to try and stay positive about the whole thing - after all, letting herself feel miserable would only make things worse. Staying positive, remaining cheerful - it was one of the few weapons that she had that actually seemed sort of effective against the castle's strange and invasive ways.

Plus, there was one reason why she would always find herself a little bit grateful for Paradisa. "I have many friends here who I treasure very much. It would really be unfortunate if I never got to meet them."

She glanced up at Ezio curiously, now. "Is there anyone here from your world that you know already?"

"Always is!" She replied brightly, beginning to walk back towards the castle and beckoning for him to follow.

Her answer intrigued her, and her face showed signs of obvious recognition when he mentioned the name Altair. "Altair ... yeah, I think I've seen him around. Well, it's nice to have family around, even if you don't know each other that well, right?" Of course, she was oblivious to what, exactly, their relation involved - she just thought of how she might feel if another member of her clan, either from the past, present, or future had arrived.

The heavier bags were reserved for a different kind of shopping, the kind which Ezio has been fortunate to miss. (Sometimes she got a little carried away with the buying clothes thing, okay. It couldn't be helped, she was a regular twenty year old girl at heart, despite her status as a ninja.)

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm sure I've seen that. He climbs a lot, doesn't he? On the walls ..." She could have sworn she remembered seeing someone matching that description and looking rather similar to Ezio scaling the castle. "But that's good! I hope you guys can get along, then."

At the comment about the food, she looked a little embarrassed. It wasn't all for her - it was just that most of the people she knew tended to eat a lot. But it was embarrassing to be accused of being someone who would eat all of that herself .... She glanced down at her stomach and legs quickly. She wasn't looking a little chubby today, was she?

".... It's for a friend," she said, a little roughly, trying not to seem too offended by his comment.

She shrugged. "It's not that strange, I do it all the time. It's much faster that way." Which ... she really did. It was so much easier to climb the wall or walk the rooftops than walk on the ground, especially if you were in a hurry. She found herself wondering, now, exactly what type of career the two of them shared to make use of that so frequently. Or maybe that was just how their people behaved? You never could tell, with Paradisa.

Nice save, there, Ezio, especially with the slender comment! She relaxed a little at that, quickening her pace to match his. "Yeah, yeah. The castle's not that far."

Fortunately for Ezio, as easily as Ino was offended by comments about the food she was eating and her weight, she was almost just as easily smoothed over with a few well placed compliments. And while she was capable of brushing off teasing and the like, they had only just met, and she had yet to gauge just how serious this guy was (though he seemed like the playful type).

"It's normal for the people from my village," she said, before glancing up. "Would you prefer that way, then? Or do you think it might be too hard to hold my things, then?" A bit of a smirk accompanied that last question; a bit of a playful taunt never hurt anyone, after all.

She let out a little laugh, anyways -- it was true, he did seem a bit .... fatherly, in a way, to her. Old enough to complain about being old, anyways. (Maybe it was the beard.) She wondered briefly if he knew that physical aging stopped while in Paradisa.

"Giving up already? I'm sure it's not that bad."

"You said you were getting too old for that sort of thing," she explained, but let it slide, as it was only a joke. She blinked in surprise at his next request, though - she'd never really considered her room a particularly private place, and she didn't know much about customs in worlds where there was a great divide between where women and men were allowed to go. So she just shrugged.

"Up to you. I can carry it, if your arms are getting tired."

"Vita privata?" She repeated, before recognizing a bit of what he was saying. "Oh, you mean my private space? You don't have to worry about that, it's not really like that." Ino waved a hand dismissively, turning to head towards the elevator. Hopefully Ezio had tried the thing out before, otherwise he was about to be in for quite a shock.

It was a good thing Ino had no ill intentions towards him; after all, it would have been rather easy to simply get rid of him, trapped in a tiny room like that. Elevators - they could be so potentially dangerous!

But instead, she pushed the button marked "11", and glanced over at him as the elevator doors closed and began its trek upwards. That, too, was a look she recognized.

"Never been in one of these before, huh?"

"It's called an elevator," she explained as they headed upwards. "It's much quicker than the stairs to go up to the higher floors in the castle."

Everything else seemed pretty self-explanatory, though, and he seemed more comfortable with it once they went up a little higher, so she didn't continue with that thought. Instead, she stepped out of the elevator once they reached her floor, and quickly found her room, moving to unlock the door and hold it open for him, gesturing towards the counter.

The room was (perhaps surprisingly, considering her appearance) very much mature and elegant, all things considered. Simple furniture, a deep purple dominating the room. However, the wall opposite the door was difficult to miss - it was almost completely covered in photographs, most featuring Ino with her friends or family members. She paid no attention to it at the moment, though, just moving towards the kitchenette area once he let himself in.