The off-putting taste of the half-calf mocha monstrosity had her smacking her lips, pulling a face that made her look another couple of years young. Considering she technically had the body of a twelve year-old and the face of a cherub, looking younger made her feel like a tween, like she should have been collecting Pokemon cards and watching iCarly. Bleh. Maybe sipping his very economically-inclined Americano would give her their heir of maturity. Not to mention she needed the taste of her concoction out of her mouth. Without disagreement she took the cup, taking a sip of the watered-down espresso. Well. That was strong, wasn't it? Still, an improvement. But before she could thank him in lieu of her offended taste buds, he was on to more ... interesting topics.
So he'd been serious about the mirrors? He'd really seen himself as Zeus? Setting the warm cup down, her fingers lacing around the porcelain, she gave him the full weight of her gaze. She wasn't joking now, if only because for the first time, he wasn't, either. Hm. Her eyes flickered back to the ceilin, as if the formerly flickering lights knew more than she did. And now, she was asked to pass judgement on his sanity? She could have taken it the funny ha-ha route, but there was something earnest about his plea.
Nodding slowly to herself, Evan offered a careful shrug of delicate shoulders, adjusting the crew-neck of her Hanes t-shirt. "No ... I don't think you're crazy. I mean, if everyone was seeing something in the mirror, then ... well, you can't all be nuts, can you?" Sliding the cup back to him, although she pushed lightly to avoid sending it over the edge to stain his tailored duds, Evan leaned forward, her voice lowered. This was the kind of thing that required hushed voices, wasn't it? Questions of sanity usually required a certain amount of quiet. "I'm not sure if you're asking me if I think you're ... the big guy from Olympus. I mean, you couldn't be. He ... he wasn't real, right?" Still, she glanced back to the lights before asking in a dead-serious tone, "does that thing with the lights happen often around you?" A deep breath, her eyes wide and earnest. "I mean ... the myths had to start somewhere. There's bound to be some truth about ... Zeus and the rest."
If only she'd gotten to Pax a couple of week earlier. Would she have seen something, too?