Re: Force Majeure | 4-15-2020 | Afternoon
"Can confirm." She blinked, feeling both stunned and unsurprised simultaneously. And tickled. There was something about the way he'd asked that had shot straight through the Cheyenne's funny bone. Eva bit her lower lip to keep from snickering, at that point. "There've been stories." She was finally able to settle on a kind, apologetic smile. Ahem. Nope. She was smirking again. "Is that what it was? You smelled it on me?" she asked the magically-inclined newcomer. The mayor of Northchester proceeded, then, to take a smelfie. Nope, she was fine. Her shoulders relaxed a little and she forced her face to even out so that Nate didn't think she was a complete ass. "It had been on my mind. That's why I asked. I'm genuinely curious," if not a little concerned, "about the..." her hands made a rolling gesture as she searched for the word she needed, "vibe." When they locked eyes; she felt instantly that his humor wasn't the only thing that had shot through her. Quickly, the telepathic coaching she'd been given by mentors and colleagues kicked in and she put up a wall around her mind. For God's sake, she was acting like an amateur.