It would be silly, if everyone were the same. (And a bit frightening.) She supposed society needed a few survivors, at any rate -- people to push rather than stand still.
The shout of the army guard was almost a welcome interruption. She had forgotten what Evan was doing, or why he was even here, somehow -- as if he'd dropped out of the sky like a comet to talk to her. It was strange, and... A good thing. Grand Central, Eloise thought. Now I know where to drop more books later.
Evan's French tickled at her. His answer was another smile, this one wide and unabashed.