[Evy's not exactly one to pry, except no, she totally is if it seems like meddling is the Right Thing to Do. Especially when new travelers are being brought into the city--at times like that, it seems entirely necessary to inquire and offer to help.
So when she sees a gentleman who looks strangely ill to her, she gives him a second, concerned glance. There's something almost paranoid about his expression; from the way he looks around, he might well expect something to leap out and attack at any moment.
She reaches out to touch his shoulder, hoping to get his attention without startling him. Whether that's actually going to work remains to be seen.]
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So when she sees a gentleman who looks strangely ill to her, she gives him a second, concerned glance. There's something almost paranoid about his expression; from the way he looks around, he might well expect something to leap out and attack at any moment.
She reaches out to touch his shoulder, hoping to get his attention without startling him. Whether that's actually going to work remains to be seen.]
Excuse me, sir. Are you all right?