Eve had, surely enough, taken note of the day. She had been maintaining a calendar for several reasons (mostly to make sure she didn't miss an important date), and with having taken the liberty of marking what she believed to be the closest thing to an accurate lunar cycle in Asgard, today hadn't escaped her. Of course, if her theory was correct, she wasn't about to go in and personally test it. For one, that would be incredibly stupid--not to mention reckless. If the hypothesis is correct, that she was nearly certain that she would find out one way or another. She had, after all, dubbed her Hamlet for a reason.

Exercising a certain amount of caution, she goes on about her day in the usual way for the most part. Remembering last time, she makes a point to check in on the network periodically, in case another nasty post were to pop up. On her way to work, having made sure to take a route that would pass by Samantha's house, she pauses across from it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, as far as she could see.

But that could mean a lot of things.