Cynthia scowled at Dimitri as she leaped up onto the roof following him to the mafia family's home. When they arrived, Cynthia sat on the rooftop of the building next door to the target house, leaning back on her arms. She glanced over at Dimitri a couple times, letting out a quite, but noticeable, sigh. "Look..." She began to speak, keeping her volume low so he was the only one that could hear her, "I'm..." She hesitated for a moment, before sighing one more time, "I'm sorry, okay?... Can we just forget about what I said earlier?" She sat forward glancing down at the roof, before looking back up at the house, twiddling her thumbs, "I'm sure you hate this just as much as I do, I just want to get this whole situation over with."