"You're a better woman than they know you are," he says to her one night as they get ready for bed, and it has never been more apparent that for all that they shun him, for all that they look down on him for being the director's 'kept boy,' he has no idea.

No idea of how much she fought to be in the war effort in the first place, and even then it was a favor to her father, never to her, that had Colonel Phillips allowing her a place at his side; how much she fought, day after day, as a teenager and then adult and then woman to be taken seriously, to fight not to be broken down into body parts men leered at and commented on left and right and center, behind her back and to her face, calling her all manner of names because of her position. She looks at her husband, and knows it's unfair to compare him to dead men, lost men, but the Howling Commandos and their leader had meters of respect more for her than even this man, and considering that this man had meters more respect for her than the men under her command, that's saying a lot - but she smiles as he leans his cane and brace against the night table and murmurs, "More than you know, as well."