It’s the view of the bandana and the rugged appearance that makes her swiftly leave her apartment after settling in.
She locked herself up as soon as she could. Eva’s mind rolled over and over the situation, repeating words to her like a mantra as she tried to figure out what to do. She didn’t know where she was, but she knew she was shoved into a social experiment, and after the first few panic attacks and cycling through all the stages of grief all at once, she comes to accept that fact. The day was spent with her panicking in her room, trying to figure out what to do, when she peered out the window and spotted the man she was trying to chase after.
It’s not until she reaches the door and is halfway through the street that she finally realizes she shouldn’t be heading for Snake -- What if he actually did catch onto her? What if he doesn’t want to see her? And, the question that shakes her to her core, is if he’s even real. This was a social experiment, was it not? So how was she supposed to know who was who and what isn’t who?
It’s too late, when she realizes she should stop. She already grabbed his arm, she’s standing there in the middle of the street, and if she runs away then she’d only cause a commotion on day one. The blonde goes to wrack her brain, thinking of something, anything, to excuse her behavior, rushing to Snake so fast it made her head spin.
Instead, however, she stands there, mouth opening and closing in an ‘o’ shape like a dumbfounded goldfish. For once, the usually slick and smooth teaser can’t think of anything to say. When she finally manages to let something out, conflicted over what she’s trying to do, she of course chooses to say the dumbest shit to come out of her mouth.
“.....You have something on your teeth.”