Evan didn't hear Gabe's comment, but she did see her lips move ever so slightly. [i]So what, not brave enough to say it to my face?[/i]

Choosing to ignore Gabe for now (especially since it was only worsening her mood, and ever so slightly brightening her eyes, hair and tattoos) Evan pulled her sweater sleeves further over her hands in a vain attempt to hide the tattoos subtly showing themselves there. Of course, it wouldn't hide the ones on her face, or her palms, let alone the streaks in her hair, but it was more for her own benefit than anything else. 
She looked straight at Jake as he (much more kindly than his sister) explained what was going on. When he finished, Evan looked down at her crossed legs, adjusting the tinted construction glasses that she wore as sunglasses and hissing, "God, this place is real isn't it..."

"Thanks," she said louder to Jake, looking back up, and mumbling, "I don't fucking believe this place..." She glanced over to where 'Adam' was speaking to a student, and wondered briefly if she should go over there. Whatever, he'd probably make her go over and test anyway, before they moved on to capture the flag (a game she'd never played, mind you). Reaching under her glasses, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. [i]I [b]just[/b] got here...[/i]
Looking back up, and intending to say something to Jake, Evan caught Gabe's stare. Was this girl trying to intimidate her or something? Maybe, but the way she looked at her said something different. Evan knew the look. Like she saw Evan as nothing more than some beggar on the street. Like she was, to her, worthless.

[i]Worthless.[/i] 

However, unlike Gabe, Evan wasn't going to hide her distaste. She bristled, stood up, and flipped her sunglasses up onto her head, revealing her eyes (brightening, along with her tattoos and hair, with every second as Gabe pissed her off more). She stared back at Gabe with equal venom. However, when she spoke, it was with the voice and expression of someone who was just tired and annoyed.
"Look," she said, her voice more exasperated than anything, "I [i]just fucking got here.[/i] I'm stressed out. I'm annoyed. I'm tired. So if you have a fucking problem, could we skip the bullshit and get right down to it? Because it is [i]too fucking early[/i] in this time zone to deal with passive aggression. [i]Enfer...[/i]" The colour and luminescence of her hair, eyes and tattoos pulsed subtly.