Re: The clay moves not...
"Well, if some ancient horror is getting ready to peek out and stare at all of us, it can damn well wait until I've had a good night's rest to deal with it." Evans signs and drinks.
At Alouette's question: "This? This, my fine metallic friend, is my other friend, Jack Daniel's. He doesn't speak much, but he's helped me make sense of a number of difficult issues, soothed my aching heart more times than I can count, and generally been an excellent partner in trying times. I'd pour you a glass and let you get acquainted, but I honestly have no idea how you'd drink it." He grimaces at the second full use of his name. "Ek. Is that really what it sounds like, all laid out like that? From now on, my metallic friend, I would take it as a kindness if you referred to me as Ambrose." He takes another drink and thinks. "I am not really not sure how we'd go about finding this poor gentleman's name, unless we find one of his companions who hasn't shuffled off the mortal coil. He will just have to remain John Doe for now, poor fellow."