Evangeline stops and takes a moment to stare at the man and his proclaimed sister; scanning the depths of her memory for any information on who this person may be and why he knows her full name.
Her face scrunches up and she hums monotonously.
Hmmmmmmmmm....
I should know you, shouldn't I?
Evangeline laughs weakly, well aware of her memory's failure.
She takes a moment to observe Vixen's infant, albeit quiet and uncontentious at this moment Evangeline was fully aware of the horrors a baby could reign down upon those tasked to support it and the frequent lack of any notice thereof.
I'm just a bad influence on children. Even when I'm not around!
Trust me. Sanya is a miniature terrorist and she's going to grow up into a disreputable legend of one kind or another, I can see it already.
Evangeline, without real thought of the consequences, reaches out and gently rubs Vixen's forehead whilst issuing an uncharacteristically maternal smile.
![[Image: DatAssSig.gif]](http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn23/beyer_garratt/Discovery%20Freelancer/DatAssSig.gif)