It's really really good that Evie is not fae. A long time ago, some of the first Assassins were fae. Now, their blood streams were so diluted that Evie couldn't really claim any herself.

So, she doesn't hae to explain she was in the tree.

Or that she is. Technically. An Assassin.

"If I were, we wouldn't be having this conversation," she says with the same sort of smile. "I'm just a woman who enjoys a run in the cold." She zips her hoodie up a bit further against the chill.

"I see I'm in good company." She had a car. Evie... Evie had faster ways to get around, though she was hardly armed at the moment.