Evelyn managed to relax a bit. She doesn't let her guard down completely, but she seems to have finally found someone who might be able to help her out a bit. She was concerned about what sort of work she'd end up doing, but...she knew for a fact she could only afford to be so picky. Hard labor wasn't going to earn enough for what she needed. "I...have a need to get into the city, no questions asked. I can only afford to be so picky with taking jobs, if you catch my meaning." she sighs "If there's something more lucrative then loading cargo then I'm interested. I really don't have a stake to offer to try...gambling. Which wouldn't happen here anyways, as you said."