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[nascensibility]

[Tightening the sash around her kimono Evelyn takes the time that comprises Harry's short walk to flutter down the stairs for a proper greeting, her patience worn thin of late and her desperation for company palpable. There could be worse associates in and around the house: last week's soldiers emptied the larder without her say-so and it was an infuriating endeavour getting them to stop by the grocer to restock things, so having a familiar face is reassuring.

When she opens the door it is with a bright, cheery smile, the consummate hostess.]

Harry!

[Having been on first name terms for nearly a year Evelyn doesn't think it too inappropriate to visit with him in this way, intent on welcoming him with all her usual ebullience. Evelyn embraces him briefly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and ushering him inside.

The house isn't in a state, but it seems to lack a great deal of the life it had when there was more than one person living in it. Evelyn's work from the museum and the charities is piled on the desk in the study, papers are scattered through the premiere parlour, but the place is otherwise spic-and-span. A sterility she feels down in her marrow.]

I was just about to put the kettle on, [she informs him, letting him shut the door and leading the way down the hall to the kitchen.] Presumably you're the new security detail.

Eyyyyy

[noterrol]

[As he waits, Flynn turns back to a, uh, coworker on the other side of the street and gives him a cheery wave. The man just replies with a rude gesture, and before he can reply Evelyn opens the door. It's a surprise to see her dressed down so, and for a moment he let's himself have a look over. Nothing rude, just....a general appraisal.]

Evie! [He pulls his cap off, twisting it in his hands as he smirks.] You didn't have to dress up on my account.

[He leans down, offering his cheek to Evie so she doesn't have to reach so far. He gives her a peck in kind, and fights a sudden impulse to let his lips linger there on her cheek.]

I suppose so. The word came down that you weren't enjoying the last blokes that came through, and I guess I'm the most entertaining one on the payroll who can aim a gun. [He pauses for a moment in the foyer, taking a look around and noting the sterility.] Least, the only one left around. Heard they ate you out of house and home last week. Bloody shame, I could do it in four days.

[nascensibility]

You're dreadful.

[Evelyn remarks with apparent fondness, giving him a wry smile before she turns into the kitchen. While she isn't a culinary expert - and frankly, would rather not be when surrounded by incredibly particular gourmands - Evelyn has learned enough from Rafe's grandmother to get by, and when the housekeeper drops in she always whips up something more homey. The sort of meal Harry would appreciate, being from the isles.]

The additional room upstairs is set up for you, if it's easier on you to stay over.

[There may or may not be a hint of desperation in her voice; a social butterfly anxious for company and feeling increasingly alone. Lighting the stove with a match before waving it out, she sets the kettle on to boil and turns back to her house guest.

Evelyn gives Harry an apologetic smile, aware that "security" is neither glamourous nor thrilling when compared to the kind of work that Rafe's people normally execute.]

I'm sorry, you may find all this awfully boring.