Another roll of her crimson-painted nails. "I can respect that." She can. She won't question why, it's not her place, and Natasha hasn't opened herself up to field questions. So long as she obeyed the laws, it wasn't any of her business how she choose to feed.

The server arrives, bringing with them the two whiskys. Evie reaches for hers, and takes a sip before she continues.

"What I can't respect, however, is volunteering for a dangerous mission in that sort of shape. Especially not when someone else is counting on you." She wasn't upset, so much as Evie was removed from it, polite as ever. She'd already forgiven her.

Another sip and a smile over the top of her glass. "Next time, I'd appreciate you being at the top of your form."