Alice barely slept, and what few winks she had were restless. It had been a while since the trip here, and she felt a little nauseous inbetween dark slumber. At one point, she panicked, unable to remember where she was and why - the reality of her situation did nothing to calm her nerves. She was finally awoken when the door was opened, and a soft shriek escaped her as she gathered the blankets around her. She hadn't been stupid enough to strip right down, of course - she was wearing her undergarments and petticoat. She watched him with wide green eyes, slightly perturbed as he had the audacity to sit down.

The girl watched him leave before relaxing once more. Rations... What were they meant to be? And she was supposed to just saunter along to the galley? Vic seemed to trust that she wouldn't throw herself overboard with a weight. Vic... It was probably short for Victor. Or Victoire. But he didn't sound French. Her gaze met the dress she'd laid carefully over the bottom of the bed - it was certainly impractical. But surely none of their clothes would fit her; and they were probably infested with all manner of diseases in any case. There was a fleeting thought - if she was to dress as a boy, would she be able to slip away? It would involve the cutting of her hair, but... no. They'd catch her. They'd kill her. 

Slipping into the dress again, she fastened it with stiff fingers. Sudden shouting and a splash caught her attention, and she glanced out of the window. Was that... Vic? Slightly naked? Blushing despite herself, she turned suddenly away, and headed to the door. Her hand hovered over the handle, then she slowly opened it. Her jaw was set, head held high. Her father had invested in many lessons of propriety for her. One of the most important rules was dignity. She could feel as eyes turned to her, and she stepped out of the room. There were a couple of murmurs, a call or two. Ignoring them, she scanned the deck for the galley. It was generally the same on all ships, and she started across the deck.