X? Fine. After the people Eve normally works with, she’s not going to say boo about someone choosing to go by a letter.

“It really isn’t,” she says, with a longsuffering tightness to her voice indicating that she doesn’t want to discuss it.. “I didn’t exactly dress for a house fire.” Flynn, where is Flynn. They were together, how is he not here.

House fire first. Eve braces, then tears a sizable chunk off her skirt to wrap around her nose and mouth. The same is done for X, with brisk, quick motions. It’d be better if they were soaked, but they’re here now. “Up first, before the supports go.”