[ She obligingly steps in and nudges the door shut behind her with the toe of a boot, attention all on Evan. He still looks pretty much like shit, but she's used to that. She's been seeing him looking like shit for a while. ]
Hey. [ It's a little softer than the trumpeting entrance. ] How're you doing?
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Hey. [ It's a little softer than the trumpeting entrance. ] How're you doing?