"Two of you?" Leeloo asked, the corners of her mouth turning up. "That would not be bad. I would like that. Two Erics." She nodded, then grinned at him. "I hope that there are."
She dropped her feet down to the ground and leaned forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped in front of her. "There are two of Evey; I saw them both. They are very different from each other. One of them smiles. Do you have an Evey? Does she smile? I haven't been anywhere else, or met anyone else but her, when Peter brought me here from the TARDIS, and you."