Being clothed is much nicer than not being clothed, even though the plant suit feels like it's strangely alive. Eva supposes she's been through worse, given that at least she's in control of her own body. Anything's a step up from being a human puppet again. She tries to comfort herself with that thought.
Her face still partially disguised by slime and messy hair, Eva hangs near the back of the group. Better to observe than to be observed. Honestly, the whole group looks like the people she saw at that comic convention she took Marco to...how many years ago? Over a decade ago. But somehow, Eva doubts that these are geeks in costume, and since she's seen aliens before much too up-close-and-personally, she has no reason to believe the Snake Girl over in the corner isn't some species the Yeerks didn't know existed.
For that matter, she has no way of knowing how many of these humans are really from Earth, or in control of their own bodies.
She puts her hand up over her nose, pretending to just be trying to ward off the smell of slime in her hair, but mostly just to obscure more of her face.
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Her face still partially disguised by slime and messy hair, Eva hangs near the back of the group. Better to observe than to be observed. Honestly, the whole group looks like the people she saw at that comic convention she took Marco to...how many years ago? Over a decade ago. But somehow, Eva doubts that these are geeks in costume, and since she's seen aliens before much too up-close-and-personally, she has no reason to believe the Snake Girl over in the corner isn't some species the Yeerks didn't know existed.
For that matter, she has no way of knowing how many of these humans are really from Earth, or in control of their own bodies.
She puts her hand up over her nose, pretending to just be trying to ward off the smell of slime in her hair, but mostly just to obscure more of her face.