"I appreciate the thought anyway," Natasha says smoothly, meaning that Evie might have ordered for her, but it could refer to the comment on her appearance too. Especially when she follows it with, "I'm doing better than the last time you saw me, so there's that much at least."

She takes a seat, making herself comfortable in one of the armchairs and getting the attention of the server to ask for an whiskey neat. She wants something strong enough to take the edge off.

"Hopefully I didn't actually worry you?"