"Oh, yay," Evelynne muttered with a roll of her eyes. She followed somewhat behind Jenos, arms still crossed since the outset of the walk over to this particular location. This was, after all, a lot of precious time being wasted. Right now, she could be--she could be...

Opening doors.

Well, fine. It wasn't like she could be doing much. It wasn't like those doors were helping anyway. It wasn't like they were going to get home any time soon.

Though then again, it wasn't helping either, this whole, "Let's go to the beach!" idea. Evelynne glanced down at her watch, its hands twisted apart to indicate that here, it was sun and afternoon, and back home--wherever home was--it was time to get off of work, time for Amadeus to drop by, time for dinner, time for something other than whatever it was they were doing here.

The thought depressed her. The thought of her being depressed depressed her. She wasn't a depressed person. She was one of those get-go types that made lemons into very cheap vodka.

It just wasn't right, that was all. Especially with things like stupid fine white sands and unrealistically blue skies blinding her somewhat sensitive, was-checking-doors-in-dark-buildings-for-weeks eyesight.