Evie allows a dash of pride to show across her features, her brow high, her smile a bit more full. If there was one thing she was good at, it was dealing with problems.

Even if she was a fucking idiot about Millicent. She was going to carry that with her for a very, very long time. Add her up there with Jack the Ripper and the time Jacob nearly destroyed the Bank of England.

"At least," she confirms, and raises her glass towards him. "Cheers, Eames."