Well-

[No, actually. Not right now. Not particularly. Not since so many people she knew well have gone.]

...I'll do as much as I can.

[Fiddling with her locket, Evelyn mulls over his query.]

And I'm not sure about the exact name of the world itself, but whichever place the grey people with sharp teeth are from. You must have met at least one of them, they seem to pop up like weeds.