Jackie<br/>Kitchen<br/>With  Evelyn<br/><br/>Jackie turned her head slightly at the sound of someone asking for help but saw Evelyn clearly her throat and smiled. She was about to tell Nate that it was okay and to help Aria, but saw Rusty had got to her first. She watched as he headed upstairs and made a mental note to thank him for asking to help her, later. She gave Evelyn some room and handed her a clean dish. “Not at all chere’, I wouldn’t mind de company.” Jackie could tell her roommate was very sweet and knew she would get along with her just fine.<br/><br/>She gave a bit of a laugh as she complemented her accent. “Das a first, but t’ank you. I’s lived in de French quarters d’ince I’s born.” She was  not one to talk about her-self, she didn’t want any of them to know about her father or the reputation that shadowed her family. So very politly, she smiled over at her new roommate and asked, “And you’s? I’s might not be French but dis ear’s can still hea’r a bit.” She winked and handed her a cup as she started to clean a dirty pan. “When’s did you’s come ov’a here to da states?” The French was in her blood and knew how to speak it but, like her own broken language, her French wasn’t as fluently spoken. “I’s saw a guitar in de room, I’s guessin you’s play, eh? You’s have to let me hear you play sometime.” She finished the pan and set it aside and finished the rest of her wine. “Ah, not d’at bad, but I’s t’ink I’s need to buy somet’ink stronger.” She hopped up on the counter and smiled, letting her feet swing side to side.<br/>