Syn could see the change in posture from Evelyn. She had cooled down. This was a pleasant sight to Syn. Shade had brought her someone interesting indeed. A future meeting would be fun to have with Miss Evelyn.

Accepting the decline for questions the Dark Queen replied with a subtle tilt and nod of her head matched with a smile. “It’s a shame you have to report back to this Jensen fellow. I hope he doesn’t keep you on too tight of a leash.” Again Syn was testing the woman’s reactions. What was the importance of Jensen?

“I would like to chat again sometime and perhaps show you around our establishment. Would you be so kind as to leave your number with Lisa here?” Another test. Would Evelyn decline leaving a way to contact her? If so it could be a sign of being uncomfortable, or possibly fearful. If she did leave a number would it be hers or a fake? Should the woman actually leave her real number it could be viewed as curiosity to see what could happen. Maybe the woman has a desire to push her boundaries.

Leash.... The word seemed to put a bad taste in Evelyn's mouth. The idea that Jensen had that much control over her was frustrating, but still somewhat true. She rolled her eyes a little and let out a slight huff of a laugh. "He does his best but I've never been the most obedient house pet." She remarked lightly and shook her head. "We disagree on the concept of safety, mostly. Anything dangerous makes his hair curl, considering he's supposed to be the one keeping me out of those sorts of things." It was a careful game, saying just enough to save face without making herself vulnerable. She wanted to feel capable, and that Jensen was just a hindrance to that. At the same time, putting a target on herself would go over poorly.

She already did that once today. And here she was, having a casual chat somewhat against her will.

Then, Syn baited her. She asked for a phone number to contact her. The smart thing to do would be to leave a fake number, but that also felt somewhat cowardly to the pale skinned girl. Surely, they would no right away the number was false? So Evelyn gave a polite smile, and a nod of her head, pushing away the warning signs. "I'm sure we can talk again some other time. Perhaps, next time I can even ride in the front of a vehicle." She gave an ever so subtle glance back to the shadow mutant, then moved over toward the secretary. She still had her purse at least, which meant all she had to do was pull a card from it, and hand it over to the overly efficient woman. Holmes was written in a fancy script, and underneath was her cell phone number. She paid a lot for the last four digits: 221b, which were written larger than the area code directly under her name.

It didn't take hyper awareness to guess who her favorite detective was. She wondered for a moment if he would have handed over the card so easily... Perhaps he would have. They both shared a dangerous curiosity. She knew how his story ended. The question was, how would hers?