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It’s been roughly a week since Gaby has spent more than a few minutes at a time in the presence of either of her teammates, and one can hope the time apart is doing something to rebuild anything that may have been broken between them as a unit; that each day is another layer of brick and mortar, patching a foundation that threatened to crumble. She’d left Illya in Solo’s capable hands, and so far as she is aware, they have likely spent some time in each others’ company since Illya’s discharge from the hospital. This can only be a good sign, so far as she is concerned.
There had been no malice, but rather a tightness, a briefness, an obvious air of awkwardness and uncertainty that had threatened to drive her out of her mind, lest she remove herself from the situation and retreat far enough to get some air. With Illya out of commission until a full recovery could be achieved, she’s found herself with more downtime than she’s had since leaving Berlin and embarking upon her new path. This, of course, means that while on her own, she must discover new and engaging ways to pass the time, lest idleness become a real problem.
Gaby hasn’t yet acquired a new car of her own to replace the one she’d been forced to leave behind, but she’d eventually worked out the existence of a garage used to house UNCLE issue vehicles. It’s here she’s chosen to hide herself for the day, in peace and relative solitude. It’s warm, but with her hair tied up it’s passably bearable. Besides, it’s been too long since she’s been at liberty to tinker, and the organization will be better off for it thanks to her expertise and the loving, skillful attention paid to neglected parts of otherwise fine automobiles.
When she hears the movement of another person echo in the otherwise empty space, she’s ready to ignore it. Surely it’s just someone comes to take one of the cars out, and they’ll be gone just as quickly as they’d come. Gaby’s beneath one of the cars now, likely to be ignored anyhow; while her presence may have at first been somewhat of a novelty, most other agents simply regard her as though she belongs (which she does) and go about their business (as is right and proper). It’s when nothing else happens - no opening of the garage, no jangle of keys or opening of doors - that she stops what she’s doing and listens.
