Evelyn prides herself in being able to maintain a collected, level-headed approach toward Wonderland and its many intricacies, even when something is roiling in her about other, less benevolent subjects of conversation. Having taken it upon herself to serve as a liaison between new residents of the place and the information thereof it is not uncommon for people to send new arrivals her way, that they might edify themselves.

"Wonderland, of course," she replies, matter of fact, and tucks a folder into another folder for safekeeping. It is funny that the voice should sound so familiar, that the hand extending a piece of paper should bear the little scars of a difficult job, that when she looks up at him in shock she should recognise the sharp jaw and quizzical brow.

Better than almost anyone Evelyn knows what happens when people are gone for too long and come back; she has made attempts in the past to reconcile that by introducing herself anew and allowing those people the same courtesy of relearning, if they were amenable. With a blank slate it was easier on them, not on her, but Wonderland is hard enough without the undue burdening of those just plucked from their worlds.

Unfortunately, and before she can stop herself,

"Dean!"