Evie nods. "I understand. And what's more: I respect that. Just know the offer is on the table." She reaches for her glass of whisky, and holds it up to her new friend.

"I'm glad you're doing better, though. What have you been up to, in the interrum, if you don't mind me asking?" All this time, and Evie's still not the greatest at having actual conversations about things that aren't Assassin-or-work-related in one way or another. But she can try.