"That's alright, too," she says smoothly, unruffled and decidedly unteacherlike -- no true teacher would ever call it alright to admit to drifting along, having no true goals or aims in life. Gaby, though? For the longest time, she wasn't quite certain she was aiming anywhere. To find out what happened to her father was one goal... but it waned into a steady, calm curiosity, any hope she'd once entertained of putting her family pack together gone with the passing of years.

Now, with her job, with UNCLE? Her goal... is to complete her missions. To lie, to succeed, to never be bored again.

She's not sure it's much of a goal, in the end.

"It can be," she answers. The girl is surprised-- something that isn't a surprise. She knows she isn't what people would expect of a teacher, and trying to be... simply wouldn't happen. She must make the cover work in some other way. She breathes out and shrugs. "Not so much on high school level."