Sorry, Evie, Desmond's just going to continue being a disappointment because that isn't even a little bit of recognition in his expression. He sort of has the look of someone who knows you're making some kind of pop culture reference he should probably know and really, really, doesn't.

But one thing's clear. She's an Assassin he's never met, in London (why didn't Lucy introduce her to him? Did she even know Evie was here?) but just as Desmond opens his mouth to speak, the witch that leads the yoga classes steps in and claps her hands lightly, calling for everyone to come together.

Desmond looks at Evie, torn and a little wry, and shakes his head. "That's -- really interesting. Maybe we can talk more about that later."