[Normally in these situations, Elena is better prepared. Has a whole backstory prepared for those random encounters where the suit isn't instantly recognized. A persona that would easily be forgotten after she left. She's mentally kicking herself for being so lackadaisical about the mission. ]

I know, I know.

[She got this. Something about seeing a sunrise from the nearby mountains from workers at the Saucer. It could fly. Except....

Except...

Gaia, the man was tall, the straightening of his back a clear, non-verbal way to communicate a sudden need to be intimidating. A defense mechanism. But why?]

I heard from a friend of mine that works over at the Saucer that the sunrise...

[She had meant to turn, to motion to the eastern horizon, once making eye contact. A lot could be said from looking at the eyes. But it was hard in the dark and under the hood she could see nothing but a hint of green. Familiar green. Terrifying green. Her therapist said she would still have flashes from the smallest of things. She was glad that none of the Turks had green eyes. She couldn't jump to conclusions. They were dead. He was dead. Not hiding in front of her in the dark and shadow, making small talk.]

...the sunrise is to die for. So I figured I'd stop by here first, catch the sunrise, then continue on my way.