Evan lurked a bit closer to the group, wondering what was being chatted about, but staying off to the sidelines, not really wanting to be drawn into the conversation by the hyperactive girl. His stony armoured plates made a bit of a scraping noise as they rubbed on each other during his movement, and he wondered how long it would take for him to get used to that... annoying sensation.

When the group started talking about why they were here, or where they were, Evan descided he might give his two cents. "Father said that we were going to be doing 'something' to stop some 'really bad people'... I quote. It seems... Odd, but I can't remember-" He cringed as his headache flared for a moment. "- anything. Not like I really have much of an option but to go along with it, unless you guys have any ideas." Evan shrugged his shoulders nhilistically, his spikes scraping again as he did. ... That was going to be difficult to sleep with.