Evangeline stares down the man, her jovial smile long washed out by a demoness's glare.
Was I talking to you mate?
And who is this "someone" that I-...
Eva pauses for a moment.
Actually. No.
Forget it.
Evangeline heeds Vixen's unspoken yet clear-cut command to calm down and sighs heavily before relaxing back onto the countertop. She mumbles something illegible to herself, perhaps regarding Jeremy's choice of hair style or clothing.