Gaby was not surprised to find that she enjoyed Illya's company. That was usually not an issue, except for the fact that it made it that much harder for her to deny her attraction to the man. The problem for Gaby arose when Illya's blood was up. He was constantly on guard, and when that happened, he became frustratingly disagreeable. She found it difficult to reconcile him with the version of himself who could escort her good-naturedly though the markets and now along the beach.
She nodded. "It was... dark." An understatement, though not surprising since it was a tragedy. By the play's end, the stage was littered with bodies. Shakespeare must have taken a thing or two from the Greeks. She had been reminded a bit of the Communist State in the vile and imposing character of Creon, but she could not tell Illya this. "Did you?" she asked, adjusting her hold on her own pair of shoes which she carried in her other hand. She was curious whether or not he admired Antigone or found her stubbornness foolhardy.