Even if he's mercilessly shooting her down, the fact that he bothered to do it in Spanish— the fact that he's grumbling at all instead of tuning it out entirely— is a victory in and of itself. She's worked long enough at his side to know the difference.

"Affirmativo."

She pulls herself to her feet, widening the displayed map with a flick of her fingertips so that it's easily tracked, what direction they're headed.

Her hands are tucked in neatly against her spine, already considering queuing up a song to take the edge off that eerie silence as they travel along. Luckily for him, she settles on conversation instead. "You know I heard that some of the other Legionnaires get action figures."

Judging from the marker on her map, it won't take them more than a minute to reach their destination: better walk fast if you don't like this topic, Gabe.