Earlier, their stroll down the beach had been a leisurely one. Now that they had a destination in mind, their pace was much quicker. "Yes," she nodded, trying to gauge his reaction out of the corner of her eye. The difficulty in reading him lay in the often stoic nature of his expressions. She had grown quite adept at noting other tells that gave her some insight into the man. Now, however, she could not get a good read on him. His face was uncommonly expressive, and she found that she was entering unknown territory with him in more ways than one.
Arriving back on board the ship with her hand still entwined with Illya's, they navigated their way to his cabin. As she stood outside the door while he unlocked it with a wave of his wristband, Gaby glanced over at the door to the cabin she shared with Napoleon and wondered what he would make of this turn of events.