What's fifteen minutes to a vampire, anyway? Evie's content to wait for Altair's return. She stands up from the lean she'd taken against the wall at his return.

"I didn't make it look fun?" He sounds like her brother, and that gets a warm eyebrow raise. "Maybe I'll reconsider my intentions to give you an old one of mine, Alan Thorpe." She smiles through it, holding out his bracer.