Well that was a nice change. Of course he'd been asking the question mostly in jest, and he hadn't expected an answer. But if he'd been expecting an answer, he didn't expect for it to be anything other than what she'd said. No one admitted to being self-serving… not even him. Still, there was genuineness behind her words that he hadn't expected, so he didn't bring that particular thought to attention.
"Merci," he responded, smile becoming more genuine, but still a little bit cautious. "I suppose they don't keep prosthetics like they used to, do they?" he joked.
She mentioned her mother being from Marseille, and Evan turned his head sharply, looking at her in surprise. It wasn't often that he encountered people from his hometown, outside of George and Danny. It was an off, but nice, change. "I was born in Marseille," he responded with. Normally, he wasn't one to give personal information to strangers, but it wasn't often that he encountered the coincidence of meeting strangers from his hometown… not even before the city went to hell. "Have you ever been?"
It was an odd question to ask, while sitting in a chair tending to a painfully bruised foot, but he didn't particularly care.
She mentioned wearing a boot and he shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe. The army folk are oddly unsympathetic to anything other than a plain old break though, so I'll likely be expected to keep on trucking," he chuckled bitterly.