If anyone was able to monitor them, they would see two Capitol soldiers having a misunderstanding, one suspiciously fiddling with a door and the other very quick to draw her gun. By now, Altaïr was more than familiar with the severity of wounds caused by gunfire. The tone of Sandy's voice—or lack thereof—set off all sorts of warning bells in his mind. He had seen this sort of lifeless face on Naplouse's slaves.

She hadn't shot him yet, which meant that as long as he acted like a good Capitol soldier, he would live. But he still had to get past her.

"Trying to prevent more lives being lost," he evaded the question, albeit truthfully. He strode towards the side of the car. It had an open window.