Of course, Ana's not stupid. She's a sniper. Even if she's trained in martial arts, her forte is attacking from a distance, so getting into a close-quarters skirmish with anyone is not something she'd do lightly.

Especially not against him.

Instead, she picks a spot where she's sure the abandoned corridors and open market will carry her voice enough that he won't be able to pinpoint exactly where she is when she speaks up. She was pretty sure the Legion wouldn't appreciate her starting a firefight in their home base, so she decided to see if she can get him to play nice.

"You're looking well, Gabriel," she said, maintaining her aim. "I can change that if you try anything funny, though."

She'd loved him like a brother, once. But that was a long time ago.