In the Mess;

[makesyoufeel]

Evan sat at one of the tables, nursing a now cold mug of coffee and playing with a folded and shredded napkin. He'd already put on his thermals, a half dozen pair of socks -which meant his boots didn't lace up, two pairs of pants and his five t-shirts under his military issue jacket. Pyro had even given him a pair of fingerless gloves. The guy

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[silverhypnosis]

*El walked into the mess hall and set about making a coffee. It was when she turned around and leant against the counter that she noticed the blonde man sitting there, looking at his own mug.*

Are you gunna sit there and look at it or would you like a new one?

*She smiled when he turned around.*

[makesyoufeel]

"I'm waiting for it to tell me the meaning of life." Evan remarked, not turned and still staring into his mug. "So far, it hasn't been very forth coming."

Then, he did turn, a small smile on his face. He was still bloody cold, but it wasn't as bad as during the night. "You think it has to sign some kind of waver or something? A disclosure to never reveal the secrets?"

[silverhypnosis]

*She made her coffee and approached, this time remembering to put in the sugar.*

I have no idea. If I ever meet a coffee that can talk, I'll make sure to ask.

*She indicated the seat across from him.*

Mind if I sit?

[makesyoufeel]

"No, no. On you go." Evan was a little starved for company lately. He didn't really like going outside to play with Ophelia as much, and Esme or Emma were a little distracted by certain things. Sure, Pyro was company, but the firestarter was a bit of a sarcastic fuck.

"I'm Evan, I don't think I've met you before?"

[silverhypnosis]

*El sat, placing her coffee down in front of her.*

El. And, no. I arrived just before we left Africa. I haven't met a lot of people.

*She gulped down half her coffee before setting it back down.*