an apple a day

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Given the nature of their profession, there is not exactly one location they can accurately label as 'home', but there is still something comforting about being back on familiar territory, and not in some dusty, archaic, out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere town. As soon as they had been relieved of their...luggage (read: the good doctor), Viana had all but dashed out of Evan's view to wash up (at the end of the day, she was still a girl, with more stringent hygiene standards than half the members of the Organization). Evan had made his way to do the same, albeit much more slowly, and not before a good, well-earned nap. Sleeping in the couch did not make for great comfort.

Both being adults and fully capable of taking care of themselves, there is no real reason for Evan to check up on his sister, either, but like the 'home' aspect, it is something he naturally feels compelled to do. In absence of his parents, it just feels like an inherited responsibility. The rest of the inhabitants are used to it, anyway, and though they've been informing him all night that no, they haven't seen Viana (with half-exasperated, knowing smiles), they don't particularly volunteer their help, either.

The search even brings Evan to a wing of the temporary base that he doesn't usually frequent, and it is there that he comes across an open door. He gives it a customary glance-over as he passes - a curtain in the middle of the room, what looks like a stolen doctor's bed, an empty desk, and fold-out chair. Just as he's about to leave, though, the curtain moves, metal rings jangling against the railing they're hanging from. Evan pokes his head through the doorway again.

"Viana?"