It was strange, not to wake up in a feverish panic, yelling and clawing at the air, her gloved hands her only weapons. Evie's nightmares were as vivid as the memories she borrowed from: old cases, with the faces of the victims and the villians remembered as if she had been there. These visions plagued her often, but never more than when she was in an unknown place. A foreign bed. Waking simply with nothing more than a generous stretch that curled her toes and drew a yawn from her petite frame? Well, it actually shocked her. Funny, really. Afraid that she wasn't afraid.

The petite telemetric sat bolt upright, grey eyes flying open. She actually blinked several times before realizing she was neither drunk nor dreaming. What, the hell. After a moment to center herself, she really began to take in her surroundings. She felt as if she'd fallen asleep and awoken in India, a sultan's palace. Why wasn't she freaking out? Because she knew Marcus. And where else would she be? Lifting a hand, she did a quick neck inspection -- nothing against Marcus, of course. But she was in a haven. A nest of vampires. While he may have trusted his new `family,` Evie did not.

Finding everything clear, she stood, only to find a letter close by. Lifting it, she read it without haste, the smallest of grins on her face. Until she reached the last line. Master Marcus Valerius. She forgot, at times, that things had changed. Marcus, who in New Orleans, swore he had no designs to ever be a Master of the City. She wasn't necessarily wary of his new eschelon of power -- only of the change that it symbolized. He had become Master, and Loke had become ... what. Nothing? A piece of the past that everyone seemed keen to forget. It hurt her heart, to remember the information she had recieved the night before. She'd drank herself into a stupor to forget, and for those few hours, she had. Remembering almost wasn't worth the pain.

Sighing, she put the letter in her purse, considering her options. To stay, or to leave. Finally, she simply shrugged, sitting down on the bed. She could wait.

OR! She could investigate. Ooh, ooh. She was up on her feet and putting her misplaced shoes on, opening to door to poke around. What time was it, even?