Leaning back against the hold's wall, Eve kept herself occupied by drumming her fingers rhythmically upon her legs, listening to the subdued sobbing of Edward and the gentle reassurances of nearby adults; she had her own problems, but there was nothing like a heartbroken and possibly bereaved child to put everything into perspective for her.

"If you like, you can stay here and keep an eye on the little one, Christie", she spoke softly, her dulcet tone barely above a whisper, "I've got a magic touch when it comes to electrical equipment."