[How they die? Perhaps that's it. The reason she's scared. Not knowing is the hard part, isn't it? When everyone assumes that the lights turn out easily, and no one considers the possibility that you might lose your life in the middle of a desert, stabbed in the stomach by a reincarnated ancient Egyptian courtesan.]

It's quite all right.

[Somehow, Evelyn isn't surprised to hear how depressingly negative Philip's thoughts on the subject are. Not that she blames him, but she still doubts that his lack of eye is the result of an unfortunate fall down a flight of stairs.]

I shouldn't be so preoccupied with it, but I do wonder. Curiosity, and all that.

[You know what that's like, don't you, Mister LaFresque?]

Either way, I- [She rubs one cheek tiredly.] -I suppose I ought to let you get back to whatever you've been doing. This event has been exceptionally draining.