It was a simple mission, you just had to escort an ambassador from London to Paris, simple, nothing of the other world, maybe that's why Ilsa had become more relaxed than usual. They had both been placed on this mission for extra protection to the ambassador. Now it was time to go to the airport, a long way was waiting for them so it was not a bad idea to review the plan, while you read aloud the streets through which they would go, Ilsa was only dedicated to seeing you, biting her lower lip somewhat amused by all your paranoia with the mission and by your need to review everything twice.

"The main convoy will go ahead as a decoy, then we will go with the ambassador and the rest of the convoy"

You inform, but the only attention of Ilsa are your lips, eyes, and especially how your eyebrows rise every time you name the different routes.

—"I've never noticed, you always look to the right when you're nervous"

Ilsa says suddenly with a slight smile without stopping to see you for a second, she loved to bother you and work with you, partly because of your ease with languages and to deal with people, and of course, because of her interest in you, you had something that few agents had, a firm sense of duty, without becoming an extremist, and she respected that, loved that.

—"And..I need to ask, are you nervous about the mission..or for me?"