The moment he starts to move her away from here, where someone could at least peek out of the windows from the flats above and see them, that's when a weight like lead settles in the bottom of her belly.

Now Gaby is, without a reasonable doubt, convinced he's a trained killer. Maybe like Illya, but very much...not. Doesn't have his warmth hidden behind the haunted eyes--

(though there is something there, and if she can exploit that...)

"I charge for my lessons. So I'd much rather you waive that and let me go instead. You wouldn't want your guest to be overwhelmed by a surprise arrival."

The little 'nickname' at least makes Gaby wrinkle her nose.