Evelyn has half a mind to point out that Philip looks as though he's definitely here to meddle and/or stick his nose into things, and that he should really stop that, she's fine, she can take of herself now, did she mention she's been carrying a gun these days? Doubtful he would listen either way, her protests subjected to selective hearing rather than falling upon deaf ears. Perhaps it's the suit that makes him look so awfully suspect, like a busybody of a valet.

Pass the time, her foot.

"Ah. And it has nothing at all to do with the reputation our host has garnered, I'm sure," she observes conversationally, playing the inquisitive guest and selecting an hors d'oeuvre from Philip's prawn platter.

"Are you packing heat under that tailcoat, Mister LaFresque?"