She titled her head to the side as he rolled. He spoke parkour too. Neat. She'd picked that up years ago in France from observation, and she'd spoken it in cities ever since.
Then she got a good look at his face ... or rather, his lack of one. A moment's study confirmed that it was a full-face mask, especially when he breathed through it.
In fact, it was the meditative inhaling and exhaling that caught her attention. She'd seen someone else do it recently as well: that reporter from the auction, if she remembered correctly. Were they the same person, or did they have the same teacher?
Before she could ponder that, the faceless man adopted a stance that was somewhat similar to the League of Assassins', but altered in the way of two fighting styles originating from the same teacher and branching off.
Weirdly, he accused her of being a part of the League, and even being connected to Lady Shiva. She supposed it was a simple assumption to make; she'd fought Shiva once, and picked up some moves. Plus, her father had probably trained with Shiva.
She was about to correct him, but she was curious about how well he could fight. So she simply replied, "find out," and held out a hand in a beckoning gesture.