Molly had noticed the news man approaching, because it had to be him walking towards her. He looked good, skinny, but good, and there was something wild in his eyes once he got closer. Eve briefly wondered if he was usually like that, or just for now.
She gave him a peaceful smile of her own in return, and scratched the back of her neck just for a second, which usually meant she liked what she saw and was very pleased - and that was, indeed, the truth.
When he spoke she noticed his accent was a bit different from the usual American, though it wasn't thickly anything else, just slightly so. Eve took his hand softly, and shook it in the same way, broadening her smile. "Eve Morrison; and neither do I."