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WHO: Evie Frye and semi-open.
WHAT: Evie builds herself a reputation by doing various things in the refugee and force camps whilst she gets a feel for the place.
WHEN: Mid to late Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Catch-all for ~various things~. This is mostly here to explain what she has been doing before she goes to harass various Seeker parties and officially joins the Inquisition, SO. Starters below for interested parties! If you'd like to do something, either PM me or use this plurk and I'll add one for you.

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Evie's eyes twitch to look at Christine, and her mouth drops ever so slightly, which is the only indication that she in turn was startled.

The potion is back on the table and her hand snatched away back to her side in no time at all, and Evie blinks, wetting her lips as she tries to come up with a decent excuse. She knows what this looks like, and this is what happens when you're not usually caught in the act, and if she were not intending on sticking around the Inquisition, she would likely scarper and never look back. But as is, there's still the matter of her excuse.

"No," she says. She already knows that doesn't sound convincing. "I mean, I don't need them. I can find- buy- more elsewhere." Emphasis on the buy. Absolutely going to buy some.

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"But you want to have a potion. Is this a preventative measure, or are you feeling unwell?" Because Christine doesn't want to let a potential patient get away without being looked at. So many here try to act tough and like they can walk off whatever is wrong with them, but often that makes things worse.

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"Neither," Evie says flatly. This is not a conversation she wants to have, and she is not going to have it, and- maker, she's just digging herself a bigger hole here. There'll be more questions, likely insistent, and she'll never get out of here.

Evie sighs, short and hard. Rearranges her features to a platitude of a smile. "Preventative," she says, not quite looking Christine in the eye. "A necessary caution in my line of work."

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Christine can't work out how it could be neither unless the potion isn't for herself, but then Evie amends her story and she can't help but be a little suspicious.

"Your line of work?" she asks, taking the offered bit of information and rolling with it.

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"Aren't all lines of work around here similar? There's always danger. Sometimes you have need of a potion." When danger leads to violence, if you catch her drift. Granted, she doubts the healer before her fights, but she's likely seen wounds or the aftermath of scuffles. Evie just tends to herself rather than involving anyone else.

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"Yes, but perhaps you should wait until you are about to leave the fortress to go into danger, instead of taking a potion now from someone here who might have need of it." Miss Sticky Fingers. Christine isn't denying that it's dangerous out there, but this is a thing Evie should take when she's on her way out of Skyhold, and they can properly account for it. They're making all their potions here, and need numbers on how many they use on average here on the ill and mildly injured, and how many they send out with scouts and the like. That way, they can always have enough made.

Christine really doesn't like when people mess up her numbers.

"Most check in at the Undercroft, taking the potions there and marking it off on a list. That way, we know how much of each type of potion is gone, and can make more to keep up with demand." She waves a hand vaguely. "There is also something about grenades, but I have no part in those." They aren't exactly medical, except for the healing mists.

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If all dangers were simply outside of Skyhold, then that would be sound advice. And she likely would have already fled, or, not even been here in the first place, given that Skyhold was where she'd lost her last two. She fidgets with her hands, as much as Evie ever fidgets. And not out of being caught, or embarrassment, just - that not being the reason and her want to say so. The want wins out. "If it were for out of Skyhold, then yes," she says with a sigh. "I had... considered. To that effect. I know there are those that need it more than I. And they don't go out and find themselves in trouble."

There's a half-smile to that, and this one manages to look a little guilty, because it seems, mostly, genuine.

The mention of grenades catches her attention - she's used them, but her skill lies in knives. And they don't heal, mostly. "Wouldn't taking from the Undercroft only be permissed for members of the Inquisition?"

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"Yes, of course. Are you saying you are not an official member of the Inquisition, then?" So mysterious! Christine isn't sure what to make of this woman. She fidgets and deflects, and apparently goes looking for trouble. That's not something Christine approves of, really. She likes it better when everyone stays safe and healthy.

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Christine would likely not like a lot of what Evie does, but being gifted with a reasonably safe question, she runs with it. "Not as of yet. I came to Skyhold for other reasons. It's a worthy cause, certainly, but I have to be certain, first."

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"I see. In that case, I am sure one of the merchant stalls here will sell you the potions you need." Because she's not letting potions go willy-nilly to people who aren't yet hurt and aren't in the Inquisition either.

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Ah, yes. That familiar snag of a setback. Evie's face doesn't change, her having had long enough to get over the surprise of Christine's arrival and settle on a story, but perhaps that is telling on its own. No point on beating a dead horse, and she's wasted enough of the healer's time when she could be out there trying to make money to buy potions. Only being a Jenny kind of calls for potions to begin with.

She'll survive.

Evie merely blinks once, nods pleasantly, and sighs. "Absolutely right, of course. I'm sorry to have troubled you, mistress-?"

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"Christine," she answers, since her last name is of little consequence. "Come see me if you find yourself in need of a healer, miss--?" And now she waits for a name in return.