Talking about Mark doesn't bother her, not anymore, particularly when it is a loss that Evelyn wants Wonderland to remember. Too many residents disappear and fade from recollection, when they have all left impressions in their own ways. Bucky's supplemental commentary does not go unnoticed, and she picks up on the implication.

Sometimes you just don't want to go anywhere, and you sit in the library poring over texts you've read hundreds of times. You think about the mistakes you've made, the people you've left behind. You think about your future, or the lack thereof, paralysed until someone shakes you free.

"You...came to see if I wanted to put bullets in something?"

Evelyn huffs a little, arms folded over her chest and a funny smile on her face. It isn't an offer that panders to fragility, it's honest and straightforward and tempting. She could use the fresh air.

"...I'd like that, actually."