Operating on night hours was handier than ever when you were trying to plot an earth-shaking rebellion. Privacy was paramount nowadays, especially when you were living in one of the more populated safehouses, like Grand Central. In the wee hours of the night and morning, it was significantly easier to get time to himself, to be able to draw out infiltration plans with the blueprints he'd asked for from the library and easier to write out lists of ideas. So long as they went back to being hidden in the recesses of his sketch book when he went to sleep at nine or ten, it was a perfect situation.
That was exactly what he'd been doing. It was a sufficient distraction from all the rest of the chaos going on in his life. He hadn't heard from Eloise since the day after the most recent explosion, and George still wasn't speaking to him, so naturally, he wasn't doing so well. But this, planning and drawing blueprints, gave him a sufficient distraction. He glanced at the copy he'd drawn of the ventilation system, knowing that Charlie was unafraid of crawling around in vents, so maybe she'd be willing to help out with that. Drawing a line along the safest path, the one easiest for the group of them to stay relatively close to, but unseen in; just in case there were people there.
Evan had never known himself to be a tactician. He was book-smart, definitely. He'd always known about his book-smarts, even before the world went to hell. But since, he was learning new things about himself daily. Between the sewer expedition, which would have been tactically decent if not for the proverbial monkey wrench of that small scrap of paper he'd found and the gator, and this? He was learning that he had a knack for tactical planning.
The rustling of the curtain caught him off guard, and he almost tore the page he'd been sketching on trying to get his sketchpad closed. An odd thing, he visibly relaxed when he realized that it was Leah at the door, and not some guard coming to accidentally find out all his secrets. Tell him a year ago that he'd relax at the sight of her and he's have laughed you off the face of the earth.
Funny how things changed over a year's time.
“Well, if it isn't the light of my life,” he said sarcastically, his smirk showing every bit of sarcasm that he felt. “Yep, decent as I've ever been, anyway.”
He glanced at his watch when she greeted him and then laughed. “Wow, it is morning. Earlier than I expected you.” He chuckled.