“You think you're the only one?” Evan asked in response to her comment about the many ways she could kill him. “You may be tough, but so am I.” He was also just as calculating as Leah was, if not a little more. His survival, his siblings' secret immunity and the fact that he'd somehow managed to escape quarantine said more about that than any words possibly could. He decided right then, that they were both lucky that they'd never actually pitted against one another. Either that or the rest of the world was lucky. Knowing each of their tenacity, they'd both survive and doom the rest of the world to a fiery death. “I'll count my blessings,” he deadpanned when she told him that she could tolerate him.
A slightly sad smile when Leah complimented “whoever did teach her,” and Evan nodded. “Indeed,” he said softly. Had anything happened differently; had Olivia not been bitten or had she actually happened to be immune? The infected would have stood no chance against her. Not for the first time, Evan wished that their places had been reversed. And, just as quickly as ever, he decided that he didn't wish for that, because he wouldn't wish the emptiness he felt on anyone in the world... especially not her. Now isn't the time, he thought in reprimand.
Ungrateful? In moments of weakness, Evan had very similar thoughts, though he was hesitant to admit it. He'd put everything on hold for George and Danny. Danny? He was usually relatively okay. He could get through a conversation without blaming Evan for everything in the world. George, though... Evan frowned, glancing down at the floor in front of him and shrugging a shoulder. “Maybe,” he responded, his voice mostly devoid of emotion. “I let them be, though. Better them blame me than each other. And I'm not blame-free, though.” And that was all he intended to say on the matter.
“Yes mademoiselle,” Evan mocked, knowing that Leah was mostly kidding. He was sure that it was more from discomfort than anything else, if only because he was relatively uncomfortable with the concept of this unspoken trust between them too. “Many apologies.”
Evan followed Leah's lead, gently butting his smoke out and took the pack out, sliding the half-smoked cigarette into the pack. “I'll let you know if it's necessary,” he said simply. “Here's to hoping it won't be.”
He gathered Holloway's computer and nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, let's get out of here,” he murmured, “but I'd like you to let me know when you're going to come and scare the living daylights out of Holloway, if you don't mind,” he added, using one hand to brace himself and climb out the window. On his way out, though, the hand carrying the computer hit the side of the window and the computer itself slipped from his grip. It hit the windowsill first, then fell from there to the fire escape floor and slid right over the edge, down the few floors to crash to the icy pavement below.