Evelyn sat there, enjoying her ice cold beer in peace as the chaos evolved around her; grinning back at the rather cute guy that winked at her, raising her beer in acknowledgment – however her point of interest was drawn away from the guy rather quickly. The woman wearing a rather frightening skull mask – 'Scorn', was it? - caught her attention as Evelyn noticed her looking at her. Tilting her head a little, questions erupted in her head.
[i]Why is she looking at me...?[/i] Eve wondered for herself as she took another sip at her beer. Was her hair that out-there? [i]That couldn't be it[/i], Eve argued, [i]she is wearing a skull mask after all – compared to her I am rather normal... I would say[/i] She nodded to herself a little, completely agreeing with her assessment before she took another beer.[i]Although we sure is an odd bunch in here...[/i] she thought as she looked around at different personas that made up their little group. 'Weird' seemed to be a perfect match indeed. 
[I] Ah well...[/i] 
As the situation evolved further, Evelyn didn't bother much joining in on the events, instead just opting to enjoy the rest of her beer – and ordering a fresh new one from Zeke as soon as she had finished the first one – and follow passively with in the conversation that was going on around the bar. It didn't take long before, one after another, the other conduits – or the 'X-Men' as she had dubbed the heroes of them – started to depart. Apparently going in a group was not their [i]thing[/i].
Sighing she took another sip off her beer.

“Shouldn't you get moving as well?” Zeke's voice penetrated the now nearly empty air at the bar, “thought you were all ready to join the group – they are hunting The Syndicate after all, Eve”
Evelyn gave him a cold glare, she hated being told what to do. “Oh shut it Zeke, I do what I want – always have, always will!” She barked, her tone never quite hit the anger-level, instead staying just on the edge of being in a jokingly tone. “You know damn well that I can get there before most – so what is the hurry? Now stick me another beer”
Zeke gave her a stare; she had already gotten quite a few by this time and he knew how drunk-Eve could behave – but nonetheless handed her another beer.
“You know,” he added, “why didn't you just take them all with you? With that handy little ability of yours wouldn't it be a piece of cake to bring them all to the museum?” he spoke as he watched the bottle-opening getting enveloped by her lips.
“Oh shush,” Eve spoke as soon as the bottle had left her mouth, “you know how I never tell others of my ability – it could be a big disadvantage if my enemies discovered what I am capable of!” Grinning she added; “of course it wouldn't help them even if they knew, they would still get a handful!”
Zeke just grinned in response, he knew that Eve could put up quite a fight.

After finishing her last beer Eve got up, sighing as she used her hands to force her body off the chair and away from the bar-counter. “Yea, I should really get going” she spoke reluctantly, suddenly she wasn't so sure it was the best idea to just charge head-on into a fight with an almost unknown enemy – but if all came down to her being in a bad situation, she could just run – she was particularly good at that. “It was Museum of Natural History, right Zeke?” She asked him just to be sure. Zeke only nodded in response, quickly turning back towards his broken tv. “Next time I will bring you a new tv if you need one” she grinned before empty space replaced her.

She appeared again on a rooftop – she always seemed to prefer rooftops as people tended to be rather disturbed when a pink-haired girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere – just in front of the museum. “So, this is where all the fun is going to happen, huh?” she spoke to herself. “I wonder where the rest of the group is...”
She didn't linger to find out, instead she disappeared once again, soon appearing inside the white halls of the museum. Once having scanned the area she had appeared in, she shrugged before starting to wander off – it would appear she had some time to kill before the 'fun' began.