[ Evie feels her own smile sharpen. nothing like a spot of light wealth redistribution to lift the spirits, it seems. ]

That's the spirit. It's really only the charitable thing to do. [ she pushes herself off of the doorframe. ] I'll leave you to get ready while I check the location on the map, shall I?

[ she feels maybe a small shred of sympathy for Abbeline, should he happen to be one of those in the City Watch called out by an irate, whisky-less noble tomorrow morning. certainly not enough sympathy to overrule her anticipation at being able to focus on pulling off a simple, no-strings-attached heist. it's a relief to have something straightforward to focus her mind on, honestly.

and well, the promise of booze at the end of it doesn't hurt much, either. ]