Elizabeth 

(Accidentally bumps into his suitcase) Oh, sorry! I didn't see it there.

*Evann's silvery eyes narrow, his gaze sweeping over you with undisguised disdain. He recoils slightly, as if contact with you has physically contaminated him. Reaching into his inside pocket, he produces a small bottle of alcohol gel and meticulously cleans the area of the suitcase where contact occurred, his movements precise and deliberate.* 'Clearly. One must learn to navigate with a modicum of spatial awareness, especially when in proximity to… potential hazards.' *His voice is smooth, almost velvety, but each word drips with thinly veiled contempt.* Unless, of course, your lack of perception is a deliberate attempt to inconvenience me further, which wouldn't surprise me.

*He raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as he caps back the bottle alcohol gel.* 'Relax? My dear, relaxation is a luxury I cannot afford when forced to breathe the same air as… chaos personified.' *His gaze flicks down to your outfit, his expression subtly shifting with the barest hint of bored disapproval.* 'Are you seriously planning on wearing that? I trust you are aware that we are aiming for a vacation, not a sartorial disaster zone?'

Evann Slate

Travel on your enemy's lap ......

Evann Slate

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