Eva looks better than the last time he saw her. She's showered, she's brushed her hair and clipped it up, she's put some of her self-inflicted injuries out of sight with lipstick and powder. Her flesh still looks like a curtain between her and the world, as if she's somewhere else entirely, with only her physical body to anchor her to whatever location she's actually in. Haunted, maybe. Clouded.

She debated a long time about whether to come see Daniel. A more selfless person than her might have cut ties with the man entirely. After all, what more is there to say? She is incapable, the nature of time and space is incapable, of producing an apology that is appropriate for what she dragged him into. She can't go back in time and excise him from the situation and torture the cultist in private.

And that's the thing, she still doesn't think she'd have let the cultist get away intact. Some part of her still feels so justified. The Eva that is horrified at herself is sharing space with the Eva that still says 'they attacked us in our home'.

Finally, about half a bottle of wine in, she wrangled her self-doubt into submission and made her way to the science department. She heard there'd been an Archaeology dig and the crew had returned with artifacts. It would make sense to find Daniel here.

She knocks on the doorway a little, trying to call his attention without invading the room.