"Every group, every person," she says, leading her into the bar, and toward a secluded corner. "So long as I have a say." Her smile is warm.

She listens to Eponine's explanation- her sire, most likely from what she's picked up. Evie's relationship with her sire ended almost as soon as it began, but she knows how complicated said relationships can get. So she nods. "From where I stand, it's his loss.

"You'll come to love London." A pause. "And please, call me Evie."