Farewell, My Lovely

Evan chuckled, getting up and squatting down with his back to Freya, letting her get on before moving to his feet. "You comfortable?" he asked with a smile plastered on his face. He did find it a little funny to carry her around like this, but it wasn't like he cared; He just wanted to make her comfortable, and if he also managed to make her feel more safe it would only be even better. "Could you move your arms a bit down, you're kinda choking me - Although under normal circumstances I wouldn't mind" he said with a charming smile on his lips. However this was usually how him and Freya spoke to each other - light and flirty.

"Woah, woah, woah - I don't need to hear about that," Avila said a bit surprised at the guy's comment. She had just met him, and to be fair it was making her feel a bit awkward that he was flirting with her friend. Then her eyes widened. "Wait a minute ... I'm not third-wheeling some date, am I?" she asked, feeling like that was crossing a line - and she had just woken up from the dead today so it was saying something.