Arrival.

Eva Carino finds that everything is in order as she wished it, her brief absense from her new city of choice was unpleasant but brief. She heads to her gorgeous town home, Italian in style, with the security system of the white house. She glances around furtively, quite a paranoid little artist, trapped in the recesses of her own dark mind. She heads inside and immediately goes to her studio. Her assistant had done just as she asked, new cases of paint neatly stacked into their proper places. She shrugs off her heavy coat and ties back dark hair, starting a new painting.