Alice sat alone in that room for only  a short while, unsure of if she was meant to be doing something or be somewhere. She didn’t even know if the men of the shop had headed off yet. Eventually, there came a knock at her door and yet another girl peered around the edge of it. “Good day, my lady. Victor has requested that I bring you down to the breakfast table,” she explained with a smile. Alice nodded, rising to her feet that were now enclosed in simple laced ankle boots that had also been given to her. A loan, or else Victor would pay for them, she guessed.

Heading down, she entered the dining room and was once again subject to loud noise. The girl who had come to collect her, found a chair next to Victor – the only person she really knew on the boat. The spread on the table that was set out was impressive, even for someone who came from such an affluent household. Ah, she certainly was hungry. She took a seat next to Victor, wondering whether he'd notice how much better she looked and smelled- but why should she care? That was a stupid sentiment. "Good morning," she said to him, smiling despite herself. She took a piece of bread and a sausage and tucked in. Being rather famished, she finished quickly and set her knife and fork together in the generally accepted message that meant she was finished eating.

"Thank you. I feel much better now that I am clean and fed," she admitted, folding her hands in her lap. Strange, she sounded almost like a pet. One could have said that about a horse or a dog. In any case, she was being well looked after considering the fact she'd been kidnapped. There were many women in the room, and the way in which they were acting... Well. If she didn't know any better, she would have felt embarrassed for them. To have to act like this, just to live. They surely didn't care about these dirty, disease-ridden men to that extent - did they? 

"What will be the course of action for today?"