"And here I am," She echoed with a chuckle. "And yes, quite thoroughly myself again. Which I cannot tell is better or worse for you lot." Eva waggled her eyebrows at him playfully while she took the bottle back and took another sip, watching him over the bottle pensively.

He looked as though he'd rather she not turn the question back around to him, but Eva wasn't so sure. Crossing her legs beneath her, Eva shifted her position so she was looking at him a little more straight on rather than next to him. "How did you wind up here then?" Curious by nature, she honestly wanted to know. Prying was not so much a habit of hers, but with a good third of the bottle gone by now, she was likely to ask some questions sober her would not have. It was only fair though, after she had just spilled her life story to him, even if it was only the abridged version.

While she waited out the answer to her question, she studied his face carefully. Handsome as it was, there was indeed a story there. She wasn't the only one with scars on her arms- or her heart for that matter.