Evie waits for the other shoe to drop before she says anything. She takes a moment to inhale, to consider it, and then offers Natasha a small smile.

"You'd be in better shape, certainly." But. They all had a deep, dark craving that they all fought every time they were around blood. She remembers how awful it was, as a newborn. And she imagined after having stopped drinking for so long, how easy it could be for Natasha to slide down that path.

"But that's not what you're getting at."