Alice had just been locking up. Normally she would have [i]liked[/i] to live just above the place, and save a bit on her rent. But alas, the upper floors were in enough disarray with age that to make it habitable enough for the Council to deem it live-able... She sighed, doing a last view over of her set up. Hoping she wasn't forgetting anything. If she had, she decided after a few long minutes, it would be upstairs in the single room she was able to use without having someone shove information about how out of date wiring and heating was some sort of danger. Of course it probably was dangerous, but she just was sick of it and the exhorted fees that it would take to fix the blasted problems!

She scooped up the maroon velvet purse that matched her overcoat. It was a lovely thing. Trimmed with a deep green and not the classic black or foolish white. White and red, Alice sighed as she cursed a jolly old man who liked to hand out toys. He had ruined a simple color palette! Peering at the darken streets and satisfied all was well, she dung about in her purse for the set keys to lock the door behind her as she pulled it shut. A faint, and hard, click put stop to that as her head snapped up. It couldn't be, not again! Turning about she stared at the door dumbly for a moment. Then furiously dung through her purse, becoming more and more desperate. Pulling out one of her many set of keys she tried it on the door, only to mutter darkly a try another. Shoulders slumping in defeat she had started to turn away, thinking to return to the problem in the morning. Hearing a slight commotion down the street. She turned, looking towards the man who looked utterly distraught as she felt.

And holding a [i]sin[/i].

"What on earth happened to you!" Alice gasped, a look of pure horror and a slight scolding tone crossing into her voice as she scooped the abused tailcoat right up. "Do you know nothing of coats!? You do this lad no good lugging him about the streets without any protection! What about mud, snow, rain! Oh, he's going to be right filthy!" Her raven hair, coming out of the messy bun swayed back and forth as she muttered darkly. "No wonder he's in such condition." Green eyes leveled at the tall  stranger in accusation, as if the condition of the coat was his fault. "I'll see what I can do." She sighed, still clucking her tongue at the coat. Figuring what she had at home, and if she really would need to get into the shop for anything. There was a benefit for up-keeping your own clothes.