Hopefully. [Hopefully they're not part of some sort of intricate ploy, either. Not that she finds it likely, just. Having suffered from a huge loss done by a sleeper agent, she feels a little jaded.]

And all the while tending to your beloved crops. [She quips. It'll be alright, she thinks as she follows Gabriel into this turn on the road.

A light snort, and she swipes a strand of hair from her face.] At least you know how he works. He always gets a little lost in the little things.