[She watches him pack the basket up, wondering why she even agreed to go with him. As usual, Oliver is being persuasive. But he seems very bent on going, and she can't help but think that it's possible that she just doesn't want to disappoint him. He went through the trouble of setting up the movie, of finding her a bathing suit, of looking for a wine that she might like. This is probably the sort of date that most women would enjoy. And from the start of it, she's done nothing but tell him no and fight him on everything because of her need for control.
She's studying the path in front of them in silence, vaguely aware of the fact that they are approaching the area where she set up the targets, when he asks his question. She looks up, her forehead furrowing a bit.]
Girls? [That wasn't the real question she wanted to ask. Not after seeing the expression on his face, as if he wants to retract his statement. But she knows what he means and answers with something that surprises even herself.] I think that Sentience tried very hard to please the people in this facility. Perhaps too much. [She sighs, opening the jacket she's wearing and fanning her face with her hand.]
When did it get to be so war--?
[She almost finishes the question without incident, but thanks to the wine, she lands wrong on her foot. Her ankle caves slightly, but she corrects it almost immediately by grabbing onto his arm and halting their excursion for a few brief moments. So much for the grace of a princess.]