Marissa had never been home a lot, but Nick wouldn't know that. Evie was doing her best to keep her brothers from figuring out how much she had been left to her own devices over the past several years. That would make them more overbearing and she didn't need to be taken care of, no matter what they may think.
Nicky though-- Nicky wasn't ready to be thrown out into the city to fend for himself and that was enough to make Evie drag her feet to her dresser to find something to wear so that she could change out of her running clothes. "He better not act like a jerk," she warned, scowl still fixed on her face as she dug through her shirts. "Do I have to dress nice?"