[Evelyn chooses to address these issues in order by their importance: which is to say that the last statement doesn't even make it to her radar, not completely. Just a little blip on the green screen.]
I've seen worse, [she states plainly, because reanimated corpses rank higher on the weirdness scale than a pale English arse (and she's witnessed enough of Jonathan's drunken antics to know pale English arse when she sees it).] As for your name, it's...complicated.
[Complicated enough that she's thinking about how explaining this might be more difficult than previously anticipated. Evie leads him to the second floor parlour, shutting the door behind them.]
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I've seen worse, [she states plainly, because reanimated corpses rank higher on the weirdness scale than a pale English arse (and she's witnessed enough of Jonathan's drunken antics to know pale English arse when she sees it).] As for your name, it's...complicated.
[Complicated enough that she's thinking about how explaining this might be more difficult than previously anticipated. Evie leads him to the second floor parlour, shutting the door behind them.]
What year is it for you, Daniel?