Eve had remained quiet throughout the intial exchange, the bottle of juice held in one hand, balanced on her knee. Once she moved over to sit by the monitor, listening to Amber talk, her face remained still, betraying little at all. At least Amber had until puberty; Eve had Seen things as long as she could remember, which had a way of seriously warping a child's mind.

"Argus?" Eve half-turned to look at him, brows rising. "...I think I like Tohmaz better." Then again, he was probably going for imposing. Argus Steele. It sounded like something out of a comic book.

More questions, more pushing. She'd expected it, but once it actually happened...Putting the bottle of juice down hardly touched, she pressed her fingertips to the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, well, I have to make a living somehow, don't I? I can't just *quit* without having something else. And yeah, before you even say it, I figure my apartment is a really bad idea, too." Dropping her hand, she gave her head a shake, and put on her best imitation of Steel, deepening her voice. "It'll be watched."

Okay, okay...straighten up and act right. They meant well, else they could have left her to the proverbial wolves. Be a little more greatful, here..."Look, I'm sorry, but I figure that it's all null and void now. Everything I've worked to put together, yanked right out from under me because of those buggers. It doesn't matter whether I join up with you guys or not - I'm a target either way to anyone that can Sense me." But it was seriously, *seriously* frustrating. Only a little over a month, and all hope of normalicy was gone. Blown out of the water. "So I don't see myself having much choice in the matter. Either I surround myself with other freaky people - no offense intended - that know more about the situation than I do, or I go it alone and having something very nasty happen. And by the way - " Here she paused to look back to Amber, brows knitting briefly. " - Who says I sleep much? I have nightmares all the time. Much more of it while I'm here, and I'll be up trying to reorganize and scrub Steele's apartment from top to bottom." Had to vent that nervous energy somehow.

It made her head hurt, trying to think of how to do it all over again - without getting wrapped up in something like this all over again. Not to mention the tension in the room crept into her muscles, settling right along her neck. She leaned forward a bit, reaching up with her right hand to give the left side of her neck a squeeze. Alright, so they were watching work...bad idea. The thought that these psychos might be after her was bad enough, but she didn't like the idea of anyone else there becoming collateral damage. "So...I'm in this, for whatever it's worth."