Cosi cosi {AC!verse}

"E tu?" Chelsea was sprawled out over the terracotta panes, enjoying a late summerday upon the roofs of Roma.
"Hmm, cosi cosi" she replied drowsily. "Wonderin' how they be doing in Britain."
"They are fine, trust me." Cipriano's words were laced with his thick Arabian accent, but clear nonetheless.
"I am worried about the journey, seeing as the Templars rule most ports" she explained as she sat up, stifling a yawn.
"I am sure Ezio is already working to grant them a safe passage" La Volpe said from his place at the edge of the rooftop. She shrugged.
"But still. And how are you, Enu?" She changed the subject subtly. The ebony skinned marksman was quite tense, even if this was one of their own buildings, their own part of the city, far enough from the Vatican to be safe. Notorious for the guards.
"I am fine" the African Assassin said. "Curious, about your friends and brothers."
"Aren't we all? You keep telling us those amazing stories about them, and they are coming here for an exchange with our own Ezio." It was hard to decipher what the thief's words meant, if they were meant sarcastic or as statement.
"Are the words about him even less amazing?" Cipriano countered. He was about to say something more than the honed senses picked up a presence nearing them. Chelsea languidly glanced over her shoulder, the British assassin neither afraid nor tense, not afraid for enemies.
"Ciao, Tessa" she greeted. The poison-mistress smiled friendly as she sat down.
"Have you heard it? Visitors have arrived, and Maestro requests our presence for the evening meal!" Chelsea shot up, sitting on her knees and looking very excited.
"What kind of guests?" she asked.
"Don't know, a few folks from Engl-" Chelsea leapt to her feet, already darting from rooftop to rooftop towards Isola Tiberina, excited, followed by the two other assassins and the thief. Their hoods pulled up, their steps silent, and no folk in the gutter would ever notice them.