Evelyn smiled at Sir. Pocketknife. "That's good." she switched her sights to Jack, her smile fading away. "Hey, if you thought something was wrong, you could'a asked me instead of Alex.."
Evelyn sighed and turned to Alex. "What happened?" she asked. Alex shrugged. "He asked if something was wrong with you and I said--WORD FOR WORD--'Why are you so worried about her?.. Evelyn's strong, she can take care of herself.'"