It wasn't a full month yet since she'd been back. The panic she felt had toned down some, but not enough. Evie was still paranoid. She was still plagued by bad dreams and bad thoughts. The option to have some psionic involvement was there, perhaps to erase her memories or else ease her mind in some way, but she wouldn't take it. She still wasn't admitting to anyone that she wasn't coping. There were signs they could follow, but nothing she would admit to. Instead she just pointed out that she had always been a little eccentric; nobody fell asleep in random places in the middle of work if they weren't, right?
And that was exactly what she was doing: sleeping. Evie hadn't come to the hologym early to work; she had been there all night. She was having trouble sleeping, so she went to the hologym to fiddle with some things and make some minor adjustments and repairs until she was so tired that she fell asleep with her screwdriver still in hand, barely propped up against the wall. She was on the verge of sliding down to the floor at any moment when some beeping pulled her back from the REM calling her name. Evie pulled away from the wall groggily and stumbled, which succeeded in jerking her into wakefulness.
"Working! Just...working," she said reflexively, glancing around with wide eyes encircled by the shadowy tells of sleeplessness. She was even wearing her pajama pants and a tank top in a very convincing display of how much working she was doing. Evie blinked sleepily at Argus and tried to register what he was saying. "Wha...I didn't steal...Argus!" she said as her mind caught up to who was there. "You're back! When did you get back? Where did they even--nevermind, you probably can't tell me, right?" she said with a small laugh at herself. Only then did she remember she had seen him commenting on the network. "Oh, yeah, you've been back...a few days, at least? I've just been, you know," and she waved at the cavernous room around them, "trying to keep the place up. Not as good as you could, though."