Earth
"I grabbed all those stupid potted plants of yours last time you were there to finish packing. They're in the shed. And I set aside some land, so you can make a garden, if you want," he tells her indifferently, breaking the silence hanging tense between them after the events of earlier.
It was her own fault, getting too friendly with the woman when she knew why they'd brought her there in the first place, but that didn't mean he hadn't felt like a heel when she'd choked on a sob on her way out of the control room after the confirmation of target terminated had come back through the monitor.
But this will make amends; show her that he cares. He's willing to make sacrifices to make her happy.
She glares at him sharply.
"Those stupid plants are probably better company than you."
He watches, slightly stunned, as she goes back to her book without a word. This is kind of a far cry from being melted by his kindness.
Then, as she stands abruptly and frostily announces that she'll be outside, planting, he shakes his head slightly.
Women.
End Notes: Okay, I have absolutely no idea where I got the impression that Mirage is an obsessive gardener. But it's cute to me. Gives me an excuse to imagine Denim-Cutoffs!Mirage. :D