[ Her only response to that is a light laugh, amused as she glances back to the poor man behind the counter before walking away. She's already sitting, stirring a spoon in her coffee as he sits down -- and just as his posture relaxes, Gaby takes her sunglasses and sets them on the table. No need for them here.
She takes a moment to simply look at him; her last mission away from London lasted longer than the others, and she dislikes the way something military still lingers in his posture, dislikes everything that's happened that she has no clue about.
The way her expression softens a little says more than any reciprocating response ever could. ]
You caught me early. I would have come to see you... later. [ "Later" meaning "once she managed to sweet-talk it out of Waverly or someone else where exactly Illya was" -- she'd known him to be here, of course, but the details of that... well. Not crucial information for her to know, apparently. ]
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She takes a moment to simply look at him; her last mission away from London lasted longer than the others, and she dislikes the way something military still lingers in his posture, dislikes everything that's happened that she has no clue about.
The way her expression softens a little says more than any reciprocating response ever could. ]
You caught me early. I would have come to see you... later. [ "Later" meaning "once she managed to sweet-talk it out of Waverly or someone else where exactly Illya was" -- she'd known him to be here, of course, but the details of that... well. Not crucial information for her to know, apparently. ]