[ bunts her head into those scritches a little, carefully ]

...I'll think of it as a good thing, then. I think?

[ there's still... something itching at the edge of her consciousness, somewhere underneath The Soup. Evangeline did something her subconscious decided was worrying, apparently, but of course she's got no fucking clue what! because she was asleep! this is incredibly fucking stupid. ]

Still feel like I need to be worried about something.