Her jaw might have hit the balcony floor when she stepped out. This wasn't a view ... this was a view. The breeze attempted to tussle her short hair, never giving up as she stepped to the edge and stared over. Staring down, down, down, Evan let out a low whistle, keeping a firm grasp on the iced tea glass. Wouldn't want to kill someone with her tasty beverage.
Shaking her head at his stairs comment, Evan gave a laugh of her own, looking from him to Eli to the ground far below. "The stairs? Good lord, that's a work out." Patting his pockets for cigarettes, a gesture Evan knew well, she lifted her free hand to give the 'fine by me' hand wave. She was the occasional smoker and might have joined him had she had her own cigarettes. Asking for one seemed like an asinine thing to do: he'd already welcomed them into his home, given them drinks, and let them see his perfect -- literally, perfect -- view of the city. Why didn't she just as for his first-born.
"Oh, your son? I'm on the first floor too. I'll probably run into him at some point." Taking a sip of her drink, a sparkle of mischief crept into her eyes, lips quirking into a lop-sided grin. "So, seen any ghosts in the mirror?" A reference to a conversation she'd had with a guy named Vince. He'd been pulling her leg, o'course, but still, the building had a bit of a reputation.