Oh, cry me a river. I suppose such blind innocence is bliss. Or it's supposed to be. Stuck in a drastically over-dramatic scene within a corrupted society, better yet world, Eva couldn't help but wonder just how, exactly, someone living in a thriving black market could possibly sprout the words 'I'm sorry'. Or, even more ironic still, say this relatively childish phrase over just bumping into a random stranger. 'Funny, isn't it? I've knee'd in the groin for less. Or was that the time I punched your boyfriend in the face?' 'Actually, you repeatedly bashed his head into a wall. And they were in the middle of a little something, weren't they? Do you realize how long it's been since our little bird got any? Think of my reputation!' 'You had one? And here I thought your angelic chastity was screwing up the rest of us
All Eva could do was valiantly ignore her peanut gallery as the fourth, only female persona piped up an agitated, forlorn reply; directing her attention elsewhere before the tangent grew all the more distracting. Because, well, it certainly wouldn't be 'low profile' to start yelling at invisible voices in her head, in a presumably crime-infested city in the middle of some randomly popular street. Not that she particularly cared whether or not someone would jump her, but rather that the following consequences would probably catch the attention of the Hierarchy, wherever they were. And... being a one-man insurgent syndicate, among many rebellious organizations, that just wouldn't do. Hence why Eva actually bothered to watch the face-palm worthy incident consisting of a knife, dropped bread, meat, and several pretty high-strung individuals. There are so many things worse than knives, they'll probably never know. But then again, I guess not everyone needs to care as much as a wanted criminal.
The thought of which, as it usually did, bounced Eva back into 'alert-mode'; snapping her awareness up a notch amidst a gradually thinning crowd. It was unfortunate (in all terms of laziness), but this child was --still is-- horribly recognizable, and the backlash from it had came far too much in the past few weeks. Suits of all kinds, be they spies, rebels or soldiers, seemed to almost repeatedly assault her; and if Eva didn't happen to be so efficient with her abilities, she'd probably be some bloody mess on the floor. Just because, even if these enemy supernaturals weren't particularly strong, they came in freaking droves, whenever the two parties happened to meet. Oh, how it pays to be a Jack. But I'm damn well better than the Face I used to be, four years ago.
In any case, seeing as how the internal argument was still raging within the fragile confines of her mind, Eva had no particular choice but keep amusing herself with the passing situation; eating a well-enough lunch consisting of a muffin just a little ways away. The crowd, of course, had wholly disappeared by then; resorting to the crude nonchalance that she then exhibited. Well, suffice it to say that Eva was particularly bored: it was her day off from pissing off the Hierarchy (yes, it's her job. She takes requests from other rebel factions.), and the moment seemed to be one of those 'calm before the storm' types. So, well, she just kind of relaxed against a wall, watching the hustle and bustle of the Cove run by.
Because, in all brutal honesty, this kid couldn't possibly find it anywhere in herself to go and strike a conversation with those that she watched; purely since she just didn't believe that they could be of any help to her whatsoever. The older man, perhaps, but someone who would cry for a knife in the middle of the black market kind of.. says too much the definition of 'up-tight'. Really, don't be ridiculous. It's a cruel, cruel world out there. Personally, Eva had already lost all hope in teenagers a long time ago. So, well, that's pretty much why she just stood there. Whether or not she'd be proven wrong, though, is an entirely different matter altogether. 'Hey, help comes from the most unexpected places.' I find it hard to believe that i'd even want that help, coming from that place. But whatever floats your boat.