[Somehow, Evelyn isn't surprised that the drink was concocted by sailors. It seems appropriate. It's also quite calming, which is what she needed, and her posture relaxes a little - she leans back in the chair and just thinks in the comfortable silence.

She doesn't make a habit of imbibing copious amounts of alcohol, because she'd rather not be one of those people, and maintaining a sterling reputation is hard enough without letting liquor and parties hold her back (See Fig. A, Jonathan Carnahan). But perhaps the occasional indulgence wouldn't be so bad, in good company.

After a couple of minutes simply enjoying the drink, Evelyn speaks.]

So.

[Ooh, half the cup gone. She feels quite content now. Always rather gregarious and interested in what others have to say, Evelyn presses gently for information.]

Tell me about yourself. Or...your hobbies, or anything you like. If you bring up my field of study, I'll never be still, so it's best you choose a subject of conversation lest I monopolize everything.

[Evie knows full well that she can get a bit...obnoxious...when it comes to Egyptology, because she has to be to get by. Continuous self-reminders to keep rambling in check: Get.

...did we mention that this drink is fantastic?]