Eve peeks open an eye to look at Noel. His entire appearance makes her smile because he looks bloody ridiculous. Then she closes her eye again. "Enjoying not-London," she says very reasonably. "It's humid as fuck." Her hair is a testament to just how humid it is. Her natural curly hair is frizzy and defying gravity, creating a messy halo around her head. She's doing a really good job of ignoring it. She cracks open her eye again to look at him through the mess of hair obscuring her eyes. "What're you doing? You pick up meditation, love?" She asks cheekily, elbowing him.