[ That is an awfully good question, isn't it? Evelyn follows Helga but not without some effort because gosh, the lady sure has a pair of legs on her, and she knows how to use them.
She frowns a little in thought and takes her glasses off as a precautionary measure, tucking them away in a pocket while she tries to remember anything about herself that could be helpful in terms of answering Helga's question.
She can recall an awful lot of gunfire. And just fire in general. And a looming horror that her mind shies away from before any details can become really clear.
It seems like she has gotten herself through rather a lot and gotten out on the other side alive. Not that she can remember how she did it. ]
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She frowns a little in thought and takes her glasses off as a precautionary measure, tucking them away in a pocket while she tries to remember anything about herself that could be helpful in terms of answering Helga's question.
She can recall an awful lot of gunfire. And just fire in general. And a looming horror that her mind shies away from before any details can become really clear.
It seems like she has gotten herself through rather a lot and gotten out on the other side alive. Not that she can remember how she did it. ]
Um... possibly?