"Yeah, I guess it isn't for everyone," Evan said simply, his own form of an apology. He liked to be a "no apologies" type, but he definitely understood that not everyone could do what he did. Sometimes even he couldn't do what he did. "I can respect not being a battle type, too. We need medics just as much, if not more. Especially with people like me out there falling on kukri knives and gashing up their waists," he added with a bit of a laugh.
Evan had initially been one of the people who hadn't planned to come. It would be slightly hypocritical of him to knock those people. But Sebastian didn't know that. "I suppose, yeah. I mean, I'm not going to take credit that I don't deserve, because even I admit that this isn't my first choice of where I want to be, out here defending a safehouse and being told that I'll be shot in the face," he laughed bitterly, "but I'd rather be doing something than doing nothing…" he added. All he could think of was that he'd want someone to do the same if Grand Central fell.
When he got the pain killers, Evan threw them back and tossed back the water like it was nothing. "Loopy would be welcome right now, I think," he smirked.
At the question as to whether he lived here or not, he shook his head no, trying to ignore the repetitive needle entering and exiting his skin. "I don't. I'm over at Grand Central," he said softly. "I'd be one of those mobile folks if not for the fact that my brother and sister are staying there too."