Somehow, hearing that it was a good idea was reassuring to Evan. Yeah, some people would think it was frivolous, but at least someone understood the need to cling to humanity. "Maybe, with the new solar power system, I'll get one of those books on tape," he thought aloud.
Evan had spent far too much time being angry. It was funny how a tiny bit of closure could change someone's outlook.
"So, kind of likeā¦ what happens when mood changes and what causes certain psychological states?" he asked with a half-smile. "That's pretty cool. If I had any manner of scientific inclination I'd pick your brain a little bit." But he didn't. Not even close.
"Alas," he added as an afterthought, "I'm just a science ignorant art nut."
Out in the city? Evan tilted his head and looked at her. "On your own?" he asked. It was a little bit of a surprise. This Eloise seemed like such a docile, sweet person so envisioning her surviving out on her own was entirely surprising.
Evan wasn't really one to talk, because he looked like a scrawny artist, and anyone who'd seen him wield his knife was always surprised, so it was sort of the pot calling the kettle black, but old habits died hard. Besides that, for some inexplicable reason, Evan wanted to know more about this mysterious, French-speaking girl named Eloise.
"I mean, please don't take that the wrong way, I'm sorry. It just wasn't the answer I expected."