[Oh, she's shy. That's adorable.] Thank you. [Zahra's smile widens. If she were a bird, she'd be preening.]

Things. [a befuddled look, and she takes a sip of her drink.] I don't think I'd call being put in a garden full of women a "thing" either. [She hums, taps her fingers on her thigh.] Disaster, maybe. Paradise, if you're into that sort of thing. [a wink, to let it be known that she is into that sort of thing.] But not a "thing." [There's no malice in her tone, nothing sarcastic, and it's clear she isn't mocking Bonnie. She's mostly curious.]

You're very calm. Military?