[OPEN] Delirium Tremendous

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be If Evie is anything, she's opportunistic. So much had changed that she had not been privy to, so many drastic changes to the only life and world she'd ever known. In the wake of those calamitous events, Evie had returned to what she knew best: potions and salves. Things she can control to center herself in the maelstrom of change that she can't defend against. And if there just so happened to be an opening of sorts in the Infirmary to keep her occupied, who was she to turn it down? It's not like anyone else was stepping up to man the clinic, so she had no problem self-appointing herself. Although having two different buildings to visit each day was certainly a hassle that she most definitely despised, it gave her a guise to work beneath to flex and practice her...gift. Veritable curse though it is in her mind, Evie can't deny that it has immediate helpful effects on others. She's shouldering her way through the internal door, cursing under her breath and trying to balance a few different vials in her arms when she looks up and a strangled shriek of surprise garbles in her throat at the sudden appearance of a man across the room. Thankfully she doesn't fumble the bottles, though it's a close enough call that she immediately sets them down on the counter. "You nearly stopped my heart!" she exclaims, abruptly shoving her hair back over her shoulders and fixing her shirt as she strides confidently across the room towards the stranger. He looks haggard, despairing even with the way he holds his face in his hands. Not wanting to startle him by touching him, Evie stops a few steps away. "Did you need help? My name's Evie, I'm an apothecarist," she formally introduces, hoping he'll reveal whatever he seeks with that less than subtle prompt.