[Evelyn’s approach to roughly everything involves honesty, and not just because she’s terrible at lying. Over the past year it has become glaringly apparent to her that many fall back on manipulation, weaving little webs of lies, stories they tell themselves so often that they are wont to believe them.

Angel at least has the grace to admit to his social faux pas.]

All right, Count Orlok, don’t look so-

[She waves a hand at his general distress.]

…well, I was going to say morbid, but it’s a bit on the nose. Unless that’s actually wine in your cup.