Evonne had been working all day, and was feeling quite tired seeing as she was running on very little sleep, courtesy of her second life. She had been up all night running around Paris, in and out of seedy bars and dark alleys. As much as the revolutionary work she was doing was an adrenaline rush, she hated herself for it in the morning. Evonne had dark circles under her green eyes. Her hair was tied up on top of her head and she had stuck herself twice already with her needle while she was working. She had to be careful not to get blood on the dress she was working on.
Evonne heard the knock on her door and looked up. She was concentrating on not stabbing herself and had barely enough time for anything else, so she hadn't noticed the time. She hurried to the door to let the girl on.
"Oh, come in, come in...." she said, opening the door and stepping aside. "Looks awful out there."