Evan stepped aside to let the two horsemen get some grub from this Louise person. It looked like pottage stew. A little bit nostalgic, it was a common meal prepped up back when he wasn't yet... alone.
"[color=6ecff6][i]Thanks. I'm Evan.[/i][/color]" he said soft-spokenly towards Louise as the two others settled a ways away from him. A floating ice mug picked up stew from a floating ice hand holding the ladle already on the skillet, then the ice hand picked up the floating mug and followed Evan who had already walked off.

The subconscious calling to not attract attention, it ate at the back of his mind. He didn't know these people, and it was best not to be a nuisance to them. He sat at a middle spot of the camp where most of everyone is facing away or towards Veronica who'd started presenting their team's findings. Veronica took a glance at Evan. Unaware of social cues, he did not know why, and did nary but resume picking the floating chunks of food off the then-lukewarm stew, with a stick of ice.

He glanced at the rest of the team. The bears... could speak. One of the humans had a tail, and their oddly triangular ears were pulled further up the skull.
But the most unusual of all, was that tall hunched man with a large cloak. His heart didn't beat, his blood didn't move. Unlike Veronica who had blood in every cell in her body, this one had barely any, and what little remained is dried-up and blackened.

Evan should really stop staring.

A sip off his mug. Cold soup.