"Your country has made that true of mine as well," Gaby replied with no small amount of bitterness in her voice, though it was not directed at Illya. She had not meant to speak so harshly, so she tried to recover with a much softer, "I have not been to the theatre in ages." She squeezed his arm gently. "Thank you for taking me."
Gaby had been looking out at the surf, but at his words, she turned to look up at him. He towered over her, especially in her bare feet, so she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes. After their conversation on the network, she had made sure to look her best, even while a small part of her wanted to pull on the Hawaiian print dress again. His complement made her happy she had chosen the former rather than the latter. "You clean up nice yourself," she smiled up at him. Solo always told her that she needed to learn to take a compliment, but she found that especially difficult when it was coming from Illya.