As he noticed her eyes lingering on him as she laid there, and he sat up so that they were eye level. He had a grim expression on his face as he gazed at hers for a moment. "Alice..." he spoke softly. He put a hand up and moved a piece of hair that had fallen over her eyes. He realized that his closeness might have made her uncomfortable, which normally amused him. But right now, he just wanted to make sure that she was okay. "I must grab something, I shall return in a moment!" He stood up and quickly walked out of the room, and when he returned, he had a bottle in his hand. "Can't go far without it, I'm afraid," he chuckled as he sat back down, leaned against the wall, and took a swig of the bottle's contents. Vic some to her as always, but he was not sure if she would be up to it. He really was not sure what to do with himself at this point. 

"Alice, I am very sorry this happened. It is my fault you have landed in such a place." He paused and scratched his beard. "I, uh, sent a letter to your father today. He should have it in hand by morning, and I should hear back from him no later than the day after tomorrow. Hopefully, this means you can return soon, to your father and your home." Vic looked down at the floor as he spoke, and as he finished, he took another gulp of rum. He set it on the floor and sat staring off into the darkness of the room. He thought for a moment on what he had just said and shook his head. How would he keep her with him? She wouldn't survive in his world, just like he wouldn't in hers. "If," he cleared his throat as he began to speak again, "your father doesn't accept our demands, I shall still return you. You should not be out at sea any longer." 

He laid down on his back with the pillow behind his head and folded his hands on his stomach. He had nothing left to say. What could he? Victor was quite sure that she hated him at this point. Thought he was a monster. A brute. And he was, in some sense, all of those things, and he thought he had come to terms with that a long time ago.