The Quadripartite Affair
Drabble 1: In the conference room after Marian's rescue
Illya had lied earlier to Napoleon, Waverly, and the doctor. The slowly dissipating fear gas continued to send tendrils of alarm throughout his brain, promising to throw him into that horrific state again.
He took some comfort on hearing Marion admit to still feeling a little frightened hours after they were dosed with the gas. At least he wasn't the only one suffering from residual terror.
He felt Napoleon's doubting eyes on him, knew his partner recognized his attempt to hide the compulsion to shriek in panic and escape from Waverly's office to seek asylum in some dark, safe closet.
Bonus Dribble!
Dribble 2: On the trek to the hidden fortress
"What exactly did you say to Horth earlier?"
"I told him my tribe's name and assured him we were, well, family. Of sorts."
"Not a good idea to lie to the man, Illya."
"It was not a lie. I do have Roma blood."
"But -"
"Not all gypsies live in caravans, Napoleon. Many of us live in cities or on farms, and are well-educated and honest."
"This isn't in your file."
"It was left out on purpose. Mr. Waverly thought it best not to give the prejudiced an additional reason for which to … hate me."
"Wise man. So how did you know Horth was Roma?"
"The braids on his vest. Only other gypsies would know it is a way to identify a fellow Roma."
"A black turtleneck must be your gypsy ID."
"If it is, then you are family – at least for a few days."