Sinthia unfastened her seat belt, but didn't open the door just yet, instead shifting to look at Illya, waiting a moment before she got out.

"I got a job offer today," she said, with the tone that made it clear she was referring to the illegal kind. "It's in Ibiza. You could come with me if you want, and we could just...stay." She'd rather that than have Illya's death be less faked and more real.