You're not really supposed to have 'favourites' in this job; Evie's dad had been quick to try and teach her that one way back when (so very far back 'when' now). It was a lot easier, he'd said, to be neutral, not to start investing in where those bullets you were selling were going to end up. People expected it of their sort. Practically written into the creed. Still, it's hard not to warm to Jed, especially given that he reminds her of a lot of people she's known. Not that warming to him means her boys don't have their sights trained on the lad, of course – she's not stupid, and while what would happen if things went bad doesn't really worry her she's conscious that rumours of the boss being shot / stabbed / whatever are bad for business – but you can be fairly sure she'd almost shed a tear if one of them had to pull the trigger, and her lip curls into a genuine rather than diplomatic smile as she waves a half-dismissive hand in his direction, asking him to wait while she ties things up.
Business concluded – apparently satisfactorily, though it's hard to read emotional cadence into russian when it's flavoured with the accent she's trying not to use, the one she learnt back in the day when everyone had to talk tough and say 'ain't' and should probably drop now being respectable is more important – she gets up, stiff and awkward and biting her lip slightly, and walks over to him (he's been here often enough not to say anything about the pronounced limp; even a first-timer would probably be smart enough to figure mentioning it's a bad idea because getting her address is no mean feat), putting her hand on his shoulder when she reaches his side, the slight smile blooming into a beam proper, indulgent and amused. It's a mark of respect that she doesn't frisk him, though it would be a formality rather than a practical act because no one succeeds in bringing anything into her office without her knowing exactly what they're packing.
“Jed, darlin', how nice of you to notice. I woke up this mornin' and said to myself, 'Evie, your favourite customer's probably comin' in and you ain't got no choice 'cept to spruce yourself up for him'... how's tricks? It's been quiet without you around and I hate quiet."