Watching this sneaker- clad business man react was a bit of a fascination. That look of genuine surprise, as if he'd had a rug pulled out from under him ... she couldn't help but narrow her eyes with hawk-like attention to his expression. She couldn't help it! He'd been so sure-footed, so cavalier, but one hint to the absurd idea that he wasn't omniscient seemed to disturb him. It was funny, really. Oh, he recovered well with the Dorothy comment, but Evan felt like she'd found something like a smudge on the perfection that was Vince, and damn it if it didn't make the knots in her shoulders loosen and one in her stomach tighten. Settling and disturbing all at once, but still, she couldn't slip the grin. Even when he called her 'baby,' which might have gotten a boy back in Clark County a raised eyebrow, that small curl of her lips didn't falter.
"Well then, I guess I owe you a thanks, hero Vince." Hero Vince. It had a nice ring to it, didn't it? Maybe not exactly fitting for him -- he seemed more like the anti-hero type.
So can I ask you a personal question, Evan? Finally looking from his face, which she'd been studying to the point of almost stepping on one of those retarded pomeranians, Evan stared ahead of them, lifting her shoulders in a casual shrug. "Fire at will." A side glance given, in hopes of gauging whether or not she could expect another burst of giggles or something else. Why she'd think it would be something else was actually niggling at her -- why did this feel like life and death, when all it was was coffee? She had to shake it off. Minute shoulder shimmy, right there. Phew. Already felt more at ease. Psh.