[Gabrielle keeps her eyes fixated on the woman in front of her. She's aware of her surroundings (as a sniper she needs to be) , but right now it's hard to notice the beautiful surroundings of the Garden—the sun hitting the grass, the flowers surrounding them, the birds singing their songs. Any other time, she would have taken this all in, but the surreality of Aya being alive, in flesh, unaware of what's happened the past few years, she can't help but watch the woman trek her way through the Garden.]
Aya, do you have any idea where this place is? [She strikes up a conversation—it's good to keep up her façade for now.]
action; BUT THEN WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITHOUT SUCH CLASS IN YOUR LIFE?
Aya, do you have any idea where this place is? [She strikes up a conversation—it's good to keep up her façade for now.]