Gaby would definitely need time to process this news and for her anger and disappointment, both at herself and the two men, to subside. She stood still for a moment, watching as Illya prepared for bed. She cleared her throat. "I'm going to go back to my room for tonight." She knew there was a risk of running into Napoleon, but she wanted the time and space away from Illya to get her head and her heart in check and to try to keep the thoughts of the two of them together from racing around in her mind. "But breakfast in the morning?"