"There may have been a small bribe involved." She gives him just the ghost of a smile.

Crossing her legs at the knees, Evie leans forward slightly, taking a drink of her own beverage. "Isn't it, though?" It was hardly the first time. Evie was naturally connected to London. She'd spent so long caring for the city, rescuing it. "I could never stay away for long. Some of the buildings, the streets, they stay the same. But the world moves on." Another drink.

"apparently, so do we from time to time." Or move backwards.