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As they slipped onto the elevator, Sasha watched the other woman with an almost predatory look in her eye. It took her a moment to realize what she was doing, and the woman forced herself to relax, to melt against Evan as if they truly were the honeymooners they were supposed to be.

In truth she longed to wrap her fingers around the blonde's pretty neck and squeeze - to shock and perhaps to awe, if only because the woman had knowledge of something that the Doctor wanted.

"We've got reservations," Sasha purred as she walked her fingers up Evan's chest before she took his chin between forefinger and thumb, gently shaking her hand while she peered up at him, her nose wrinkled and a rather large grin on her lips. "Don't we, darling?."

She hoped they did.

"Sure do, sweetheart," Evan replied, letting Sasha have her way with him. Sure didn't was more accurate. This little excursion hadn't been planned, after all, but it was the middle of the week--hopefully they wouldn't need one.

Evan carefully grasped Sasha's hand and raised it high enough to kiss her palm before lacing their fingers together. He used his gentle hold on her to tug her closer, wrapping his other arm around her waist. Public displays of affection could only benefit their cover--not that he could keep his hands off of her anyway.

His attention was all for Sasha until he noticed the glow coming from the woman's purse, remarkable only because it had been unexpected. He hadn't gotten a good look at it before the purse was shut over it, certainly not enough to see what the source of it was, but that it was there at all was decidedly suspicious.

Evan watched as the woman marched out of the elevator, thoughtfully leading Sasha into the restaurant. They were in luck: it was a slow night, and they were seated promptly--even better--within view of the blonde woman. As the waiter left them with their menus, Evan leaned forward and said, for Sasha's ears only, "You look amazing," and then, "did you see that in there? Do you think she's got what we're after?"

Several drinks were delivered to the blonde's table and soon company did arrive in the form of Sasha Belrose. Hair cascading down her back, scar removed, and moving like a queen in a white cocktail dress, the small young woman was imperiously focused on the blonde and did not yet notice either Evan or Sasha.

Sasha's brows drew together slightly as Evan's attention shifted from her to someone else. For an instant there was an atypical sort of petulance that crept across her delicate features - how dare he - but as she turned ever so slightly to glance over her shoulder (prompted by his confused frown), Sasha froze.

Her first instinct was to rise to her feet with regal precision and slowly glide across the floor to stand next to the raven-haired woman. She would smile down at the mirror image of herself and very calmly -- satisfyingly -- gouge out her eyes before ripping the other woman's throat out with her very own teeth. Sasha allowed herself to fantasize quite briefly about painting her skin with the other woman's hot metallic blood.

Sasha very calmly turned back to face Evan. The bottom of her foot went to the front of his pants and she pressed - not too hard, of course, but just enough to pull his attention away from the girl in the while dress. The last thing they needed was for her to catch him watching her looking as baffled as he did. When his attention snapped back to her, Sasha's foot fell away.

"Stop. Staring."

The waiter came with a bottle of wine, and Sasha waited for him to pour before leaning across the table. Her expression had changed from 'homicide' to 'mmm yes but still vaguely homicide'.

"If nothing exchanges hands here and now, darling, and your blatant staring doesn't give us away, I think we may have found our in."

Sasha held up a spoon, turning it so that she could use it as a mirror of sorts. It was easy to watch the woman behind her while using the utensil. She lowered the spoon and turned her attention back to Evan.

"I am remarkably certain that I could pass as her," Sasha took a sip of her wine and watched Evan over the rim of her glass.

Sasha gave him a very gentle, very patient look. He was a Sun, made for pure damage output and utilizing both his body and his weapon to get his point across.

"We've got our phones," her foot went back to sliding up and down the inside of his calf. "And if that one isn't the buyer, I'm willing to bet she knows who is."

Had anyone but Evan asked her such an outrageous question, Sasha would have laughed outright. Loudly. However, she knew him well enough to know that he was absolutely serious in asking, and it really was one of the things that she enjoyed most about him. He was not a stupid man, not in the least, but there were times that he reminded her of a big, silly, eager-to-please dog.

As it was, Sasha merely chuckled softly at his sigh and took a bite of some sort of stuffed mushroom that was on the platter before her.

"We can't just go over there and ask, Evan. That completely defeats the purpose of masquerading as the one who has my face. And at this point in time I believe that kicking down their door would be a terrible, terrible idea, as I'm certain that we are not dealing with ordinary thieves at this point."

She leaned back in her chair and gave him a slow smile.

"We should come up with some sort of... I don't know, phrase that only you and I would know - on the off-chance that we are separated, just so that you know that I am me."

At the blonde's table Vivienne stabbed at her appetizer with a dissatisfied look while the blonde smile beatifically and began speaking, voice too low for the hunters to hear at their own table.