"Ah. Well-" Well, Evie liked to consider herself reasonable. She liked to take a step back and plan every aspect of everything, look at a problem from each angle possible. But she could be abrasive, cold, even. And that wasn't something you wanted in a politician. If you were a cold and removed woman in politics, you were labeled a bitch, while a man in the same position was labeled mysterious and bold.

"I don't have any plans to go into politics, but I appreciate the thought." She bowed her head to him, just slightly.

Evie looks back at the woman's door, then nods for Thomas to walk with her. It was odd standing here outside her door, and she'd seen movement out of the corner of her eye about the curtains. "Let's walk and talk, shall we? Your sire- care to tell me his name?"