Thankfully, Evan's depravity and certainty of the fact that this woman was Olivia's clone or something weird like that was shattered when she spoke. She sounded nothing like her. No French accent. Still, it was jarring to look at someone and see the face of the woman you spent your whole life loving, especially when you know for a fact that she was dead. He was a little surprised by the smile on her face, but it wasn't long before he returned oneā¦ though his was more awkward, and certainly more unsure. "Oh, ouais," he responded, her semblance to Olivia still jarring him to the point that he lapsed into a bit of French. "Uh, sorry," he mumbled, "yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
"Non, non, you're okay," he said with a small, but insecure smile. "I was headed to the roof, but I should've clearly been paying more attention to where I was going," he chuckled in spite of himself.
Evan paused when she mentioned that she hadn't seen him before. "That's odd. I've been here for about two years now," he said, putting his hands into his pockets and looking down at the floor, so that he could compose himself a little bit. The similarities were staggering and it was taking him a moment to come to grips with it. "Though if you don't spend a lot of time here, it's entirely possible we haven't run into one another. I'm Evan," he told her, raising his eyes and hesitantly extending his hand to shake hers.
{ooc: SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! IJ has been fail with the notifs. :\}