The moment the mysterious-type gentleman used her Christian name, Evangeline felt the urge to slap a palm onto her face. Of course she'd barged in on the guy she'd only just been inquiring about a job to. Rather than such a public show of her embarrassment, Evan managed to wipe the herp derp semi-surprised look from her young face and nod with a breezy chuckle, "Ah, yeah. That'd be me. Nice to meetcha in person, Mist-- ... Pierce. Just Pierce." Tossing a look over her shoulder at the array of weapons, she couldn't help but grin at the irony. Pierce. Naturally he had a sword selection.
The drink offer was considered, a look given to Eli. Was it impolite to decline a drink on the West coast? There were certain rules in the countryside. You always declined, and then accepted. Sort of useless, but it's just how things usually went. This was only what, her second day in town? Guess it was time to wing it. "Sure -- just, surprise me, I guess."
Ooh, the balcony? This was an even better deal than she'd bargained for. "Sounds perfect." His smile brought a grin of her own, along with the reassurance that this whole 'new city' thing wasn't going to be as difficult as she'd feared.