[She almost considers asking about the real reason behind the half-blindness, but thinks better of it. Pretending that there's a glamorous cause seems a little silly, particularly when he claims to have fallen down some stairs, but pressing someone about a disfiguring accident? Not even Evelyn is that tactless.]

That's good. I was worried about you.

[What with the depressing, mood-killing turn their last conversation had taken.

Nothing seems quite so depressing now, but this could be attributed to the alcohol. Evie finishes her second cup, resting one arm on the table and her cheek in her hand. She grins.]

Has anyone been stalking you for this event, then, or am I just a lucky duck?

[Because the best subject to turn to is how to cope with the quadrants. The liquor is surprisingly helpful.]