"Excuse me!" Evie doesn't have to worry about the daylight. She's got a ring on her finger that's stayed there for over a century, keeping her alive, letting her walk amongst the humans. It makes her work so much easier, makes everything easier. Except feeding, but she'll only eat from the willing.

"Excuse me, miss," Evie's next to Eponine now, and offering a kind smile. "I'm looking for a pub called Seven Heads. I was told it was near here, you haven't seen it, have you?" She's got a meeting there, shortly. This area had completely changed since the last time she'd been here.

Up close to Eponine, she recognizes the pallor in her skin. Blood recognizes blood, or the thirst for it certainly does. Good. she can be a bit more open.