Illya, who just a moment ago had used a piece of information to try to get get to stop digging into his own pain without regard on how she may feel about it he feels a slight pang of guilt. He can tell how much she’s refraining from using Solo’s name against him- and he’s definitely grateful. Because even if he was forced to be honest, he wouldn’t really know how to explain Solo to her. Or Gabby, though he’s managed to keep her name under wraps.

Gabby wasn’t asked to kill him, Gabby… Gabby made sure she saved their lives even when she was spying on them, even when they had nearly ruined the mission she had trained for for years.

“I…” Well. She didn’t ask directly but there’s no harm in what he’s going to say, is there? He considers his options, considers what he should be able to say. He knows he can’t let the silence go on for long, not if he doesn’t want to feel sick or forced to say something very embarrassing. So he decides to say something that’s slightly embarrassing, but at least he has some control over it.

“I don’t think you are a bad person. You’re very obviously trying to help me even if you just met me. I don’t know Clint, but no one would put their life on the line like that, no one like us would refuse to do a mission if they thought you’re bad.

And I wouldn’t let a bad person lie on my stomach like you are.”