Alice glanced sideways at Vic, slightly suspicious after his announcement. He wanted to take her off somewhere separate? That was strange. She couldn't think of anything that he'd want with her. Although, her imagination caused the scene of him whisking her around a corner, hands on her waist and lips close... Casting the forbidden image from her mind, she cleared her throat and continued on next to him. The purpose was nothing of the kind that she'd imagined (of course). It seemed that he wanted to take her to a woman, for whatever reason. At his teasing, she glanced up, angry for just a moment - before realising it was humour. She gave him the lightest slap across his arm, shaking her head with a grin.

The woman was strange, indeed. Alice watched her with some reserve as Esmeralda peered around. Some sort of message seemed to pass between her and Victor after a moment, and she was quite intrigued. The whole situation was bizarre. From the looks of it, she was some kind of witch - she'd heard of them. Women had been burned for witch-craft. It was in places like these that they took shelter. A shiver ran down Alice's spine at the thought - had Esmeralda cursed her? 

She walked alongside Victor again on the street, head bowed slightly. "Probably," she murmured, eyebrows furrowed as she took in the dusty road beneath their feet. The presence of his hand on his back was distracting - in a good way. But she glanced up at him, head tilted back. His face was hard to see due to the sun behind his head. "Why did you take me there?" she asked directly. Since her time with him and the crew, she'd become more direct. Or maybe that was just the effect of having been around him for a while.