Mademoiselle- Oh for Merlin's sake! This guy was French!? Evelyn didn't like French people.

Inwardly rolling her eyes and letting out a soft huff, she stared at those safety scissors before her gaze moved to the man. Darn her manners and common sense kicking in. They couldn't just walk up and ask to help and then...walk away because they didn't like the task at hand, even if that task looked to be only a form of amusement for the groundskeeper.

Taking a quick glance to Sierra and giving her a look, saying you either take those scissors or I'll hunt you down, Evelyn reached up and took the red pair of safety scissors, nodding her head at Mr. Stryker's question. "It's why we're here." she muttered. Unlike the last time she had said those words though, her voice had a monotone effect, as well as there being no smile on her face.

...Pffft. Groundskeepers...