Alice had awoken from one of her oddly timed naps at the sound of a loud explosion. She groaned and rolled over, picking up her clock before standing up and going to her closet to get dressed. The lady vampire found herself a pale violet dress and white patent leather shoes. She braided her hair and searched the kitchen. Alice made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before taking nope of the lack of sound in the small building itself. Seemed Hale wasn't in. At least not at the moment. 

Going outside she saw a few shaken recruits dragging a body of some poor mangled soul across the training floor. Hale was chatting with Magnus. Her upper lip twitched because she knew that poor vampire's wound was Magnus' doing but she also knew that it wasn't life threatening. That vampire would recover. She just hated seeing her kind in so much pain.

To any unsuspecting person, she looked like a fifteen year-old from the fifties but she was far older than that. Alice and Hale had been traveling together for so long that the Grimm brothers wrote a book based off of them as they believed the girl and her wolf companion were beings that even Nordic tales were based off of.