Evan knew enough about the time notation that 8:45 PM for him was... an incredibly early time to be sleeping. Usually he slept at around 3 to 4 AM to avoid sunlight, but at least he'd had a week to readjust.

He took his coonskin cap off to reveal his self-barbed unkempt hair, his scarf to reveal the rest of his face, lowered his long coat down to his elbows, and opened his cassock halfway down the chest area. Veronica, Charles and Farris would be aware of this 'ritual' Evan did in most nights and would have even jokingly referred to it as 'snake-like'.
Evan's body and clothes suddenly turned white as snow, then his hand reached for his neck and started pulling out a thin layer of elastic ice that enveloped his entire being.
One could deduce this was how he stayed clean without access to water.

All the while, there was a question lingering in Evan's mind. This trip so far had been a banquet of new experiences, most of them frankly an affront to his peaceful, scheduled life; but there's soon to be one new experience that only made him sad when he thought of it.
"[color=6ecff6]What is it like to kill another person?[/color]" Evan asked within earshot of most in the camp. If asked if he has or hasn't killed a person before, he would shake his head.

Three seconds to take all of it off. It lumped into an icy ball hovering beside his hand, then vanished into nothing but a few specks of dust.
He then replaced the icy membrane that surrounded his being, a near-invisible armor that could deflect the claws of wolves. He fixed his clothes, then picked up his coonskin cap and scarf, and did the same process on a smaller scale.