After some of the most terrifying
blinking she'd ever done -- and of all the sentences in the world, that was one she never thought she'd string together -- Evey's thoughts were to shower, and change, and maybe sleep if she could settle down enough.
She got through to changing, and decided tea might help. Or some reading. Or something to do with her hands.
She finally settled on turning on the telly, letting the cup of tea warm her hands for the time being.
[for that boy she likes the best.]