[ The Beach Boys comment makes her laugh and it's probably out of the blue and short-lived, but at least it's genuine. She hadn't thought of it that way. But he's right.
And the thing is, she probably could fix up that radio too. Give her a good set of tools and a couple hours and she could turn this engine into something worthy of a racetrack. But she knows to never lay all her cards on the table. She knows that it's better people underestimate her for her slight frame, her height, her sex. With a glance to the man next to her, she knows Watney wouldn't be amongst those people — not really. She did just pull him out.
She doesn't mind he asks about Berlin. She did tell him as much. Americans are always curious about Berlin. Something about their sense of capitalist freedom, she guesses. (That's the funny thing about her little team, isn't it? She's far from a communist but between living in East Berlin and the Red Peril as one third of their group, their experience with that sort of life is greater than Solo's.) ]
Mmhm. When I said I had to get over the Wall, you didn't think I just meant any wall, did you? [ Her lips curl in a slight smile. They take a turn to a dirt road. ] We didn't have The Beatles. Or real chocolate. You know I didn't even realise it wasn't real chocolate until I got out? Belgium. It's very good there. [ Solo had brought back a box of truffles to her hotel room for her to try. She likes those truffles better than the other kind. ] Sorry, no chocolate at the safe house.
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And the thing is, she probably could fix up that radio too. Give her a good set of tools and a couple hours and she could turn this engine into something worthy of a racetrack. But she knows to never lay all her cards on the table. She knows that it's better people underestimate her for her slight frame, her height, her sex. With a glance to the man next to her, she knows Watney wouldn't be amongst those people — not really. She did just pull him out.
She doesn't mind he asks about Berlin. She did tell him as much. Americans are always curious about Berlin. Something about their sense of capitalist freedom, she guesses. (That's the funny thing about her little team, isn't it? She's far from a communist but between living in East Berlin and the Red Peril as one third of their group, their experience with that sort of life is greater than Solo's.) ]
Mmhm. When I said I had to get over the Wall, you didn't think I just meant any wall, did you? [ Her lips curl in a slight smile. They take a turn to a dirt road. ] We didn't have The Beatles. Or real chocolate. You know I didn't even realise it wasn't real chocolate until I got out? Belgium. It's very good there. [ Solo had brought back a box of truffles to her hotel room for her to try. She likes those truffles better than the other kind. ] Sorry, no chocolate at the safe house.