Victor had only decided on taking a ride on the ferris wheel to see exactly what things looked like around the carnival from a higher vantage point. It's usually relaxing, not fast paced and kind as a moment both above and away from the sounds of the carnival itself, and decidedly less strange than most the people he's now working with.

He'd flashed a smile at Ezio when they'd both been directed to share the same car, but otherwise not attempted to engage him in conversation. For all he'd seemed restless, Victor didn't choose to break their silence, finding it companionable enough as it was. He'd have happily continued on in mutually equitable silence if Ezio hadn't then had the bad taste to attempt to exit the car once they're on top of the wheel: the moment Victor's been waiting for in order to get his own good eyeful.

Victor moves with the car, partly rocked into a half fall as he attempts to catch hold of Ezio and haul him back toward the seats. With his present luck, that might be right back into himself, but really, it's better than having the man go right out of the whole thing. "Please sit down," he says almost cheerfully through gritted teeth and narrowed eyes. "This ride has a no exit policy until you're back down on the platform."