Despite not being addressed, Corrie is nonetheless feeling a little sheepish. She moves aside so that she's no longer obstructing Cage's view of the trash bag. "We're trying to figure out what this thing is," she offers.
"I didn't do anything! And because you have work, duh!" If Evelyn is feeling scared of Cage, she does not show it.
"One, why would you throw it in a dumpster?" Cage barks, leaning stiffly over - mostly moving with her knees, rather than her waist - and grabs the bag in one gloved hand. "Two - inside, all three of you. Let's not get Martin in trouble with the Sheriff. Again. Evelyn." She hefts the bag over her shoulder and stomps into the building, hipchecking the door open. "Chrissakes, putting biohazard in a dumpster? Every time I turn around..."
"She seems very not surprised." The second wind Corrie got arguing with Evelyn is wearing off, and the only really clear course of action is to state her observations and see if they decide to start making sense. But, yeah, she'll go inside.
Evelyn huffs out and crosses her arms. She gives the bottom of the door a kick and walks inside before it can close. propping the door open she switches feet and scootches sideways so that she's holding it open with one foot while standing behind it and not in the door way. " Well? Come on, what are you waiting for?"
...has she not started yet? Wow, she is tired. Corrie heads for the door, tugging gently on Lee's hand.
"The only thing that surprises me is that I don't expect this, at this point." Cage rumbles. "C'mon. Our apartment is this way. Might as well deal with this myself."
"If there is one thing you lot expect of me, it's handling Cleanup when it comes to Evelyn." Cage drawls back.
"This happens to you a lot." Yeah, still hasn't started making sense. It can do that anytime it likes, as far as Corrie's concerned.
Evelyn doesn't stop whistling but pauses in the doorway to give cage a 'kicked puppy' look for a good three seconds before stepping through.
Corrie blinks. "Yeah. Good point." Really, she's just too tired to argue. She still really wants to know what's going on in there. Actually, aren't there two of her now? ...do you know how far from me you can go?
