"Maybe," Evan nodded his head. "That and the whole neighborhood is up for grabs." He nodded to the building next door. "I go to that building to loot. Doesn't look like anyone's touched it in ages." The fact that he was telling Leah this, when he knew that she was a prolific looter, was a show of faith. They needed to have faith in one another if this rebellion thing was going to work. Maybe Evan could do it and still manage to keep some things secret, but it wasn't a good idea. Being honest and open with her would be a big deal... as much as he hated doing it. God, he made it sound like they were becoming friends or some shit.
"That was my thought, too." The Library wasn't a safe place for her. He didn't really even like Eloise staying there, but he didn't want to ask her to leave. She'd expressed enjoyment at living there; asking her to leave would probably do more harm than good. "She's pretty tough, too. Punched some guy right in the nose," he smirked, thinking back to the story George had told him about the guy who'd tried to steal her necklace and how he'd had a black eye for quite some time after that.
"They did that to you?" Evan asked her. The horror on his face was plain as day.
Another uncharacteristically revealing tidbit, "I... managed to escape quarantine," he didn't know why he was telling her this, but he was. That didn't mean he wasn't angry about how they treated others, of course, but he didn't have anything first hand to go off of. "Showed them my fucking bite mark and they said 'take a fucking kukri and go,'" he snarled. "And well, you know the story from there. But yes, I digress. Humane quarantine."
Shrugging a shoulder, he shook his head. "I wouldn't worry. There are three of us. We should be able to do it," he nodded his head yes. "And I've got another couple quasi-confidants in Grand Central who would be more than willing to help. I won't tell them why, they're just... really intrigued by him. So..." he trailed off.
Glancing down at the thin laptop in his lap, Evan nodded. "Good plan." Evan had seen the posts on the forums, too, with that detective trying to help Holloway find his laptop. That guy seemed to have it out for Evan, so he sincerely hoped that they never traced the trail back to him. God knows all the guy needed was an excuse to tear Evan's head off. Evan pondered asking Leah what the guy's issue was, since it seemed they were close, but he really didn't care. The guy could hate him all he wanted, but no one would really hate either of them for long, when they started saving their asses. And really saving their asses.
"I know," was all he said in response to Leah's oddly gentle reassurance. "I don't want to think of it right now."
Evan laughed awkwardly. "He is." He looked down at his hands. "George and Danny... they're both immune but I managed to keep it secret so far, because I didn't want them to be slaves." Another show of trust. All Leah would have to do would be out that little secret and everything he'd worked so hard to preserve would come crashing down. "Don't tell anyone..." he murmured, "please."
He laughed awkwardly at the "screwed up logic." "Never said my logic was sound. Just not keen on the idea of having my kid brother and sister using knives," he sighed. He felt like a parent, who saw their offspring as eternal kids. "Think your brother would train them, too?" he asked. Not as a favor, but as a hypothetical.
Shrugging his shoulders, Evan breathed in deeply. "I honestly have no idea," he admitted. "The rumors have been of rattling and something that sounds like echoed jaw snapping. It sort of worries me," he admitted, hating to admit to weakness like that. But he couldn't help it.