Evangeline picked up on Jennifer's fake smile, though not on the reason behind it. She would have asked her what was up, either verbally or with a gaze, had the girl not slipped away before she had the chance to do so. As the girl went back to her spot, she looked back at Eric. She really did not expect him to be nice - it was pretty easy to assume "nice" was not in the list of whatever qualities he might have -, so she didn't look very surprised at his attitude.<br/><br/>As he gave her that sharp reply, the young woman took a step back. She got to open her mouth for a piece of advice on the ice pack. When he exhaled, she shook her head.<span style="font-style: italic">Stubborn creature</span>, she thought to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, whatever, I'm not going to insist anymore. I'm not his mother</span>, her mind completed. Truth was she simply didn't want to get another of those replies for something, after all, that wasn't even her fault.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were taken away from the present situation as she heard the noise coming from outside. An instinctive response led her to go by the door and look outside. Okay, that plane was flying low. Very low. Too low for comfort. Evangeline's heart froze inside. Her pupil contracted in fear. "Oh, my God", she managed to mumble. "That thing is gonna..."<br/><br/>Her next words, in case there were any, were covered by a loud, terrible sound. Yes, it had crashed, dragging a bunch of houses, a school and the town factory on its way. A silence that spoke volumes descended over the restaurant, the thought of the tragedy in everyone's minds. For a long moment, none of the people inside seemed to know what to do, or where to go.