"'Tis." Alice chirped happily as she leaned behind the counter to snatch up two sets of measuring tape. Steering her course through the halls of her trade, the little raven haired woman chuckled. "Odd though I've never lived there for longer than a month or so." It truly was so. While she spent some time there in her youth visiting her family and such the accent had come naturally and she had adapted to it. Though most of her accent was picked up from her father, who often spoke in it while mutter over his work. Furrowing her brow slightly at that thought she shook her head. He was a man driven by his work as was most her family. It was merely a shame they saw this as a waste of her potential. But it was a old argument and Alice reminded herself firmly she was making it without them. 

Winding the spare measurement tape around the door hand to make a makeshift 'rope' latch. Turning herself about to the tall stranger she gave a shy smile. "Now shall we get to work." Her pale face gave a beckoning nod towards the small raised dais surrounded by mirrors. One arm holding the cloak, the other holding a pin cushion with thread. Placing the cushion on a small iron-wrought table she often used to hold her tools when fitting someone. Several boxes of pins already set upon it from her last client. She frowned slightly again. Something was off, and there were little jingling alarm bells in her head. Glancing out of the corner of her eye towards the man who she had just beckoned and noted with a slight twitch of her usually steady hands that he had no reflection. Not in any mirror about the shop, and as this [i]was[/i] a tailor's shop... There were quite the number of mirrors!

Biting the inside of her cheek, she walked back to the counter. Taking the seconds to conform her facade of calm, even with her steps sounding too loud and too sharp even for her. Internally she was nibbling her mental nails to the quick. It would be best to get him out of the shop quick as possible, every instinct agreed on this. Then the best thing to do would be to get him done quickly, and send him on his way! She scooped up a piece of chalk from her quick kit behind the counter. Walking back she prayed he didn't notice her hands shake slightly. It could just be the lighting, or some weird wiring problem. Or something! Alice cut down on that train of thought, offering a shaky smile to the man. "If you could put on that coat for me?" There was no way, he didn't notice her voice shake. Alice thought, cursing herself for not taking the opportunity to fetch something from her safe, private work room.

Though, she thought again biting her lower lip. She did have her pins and needles and to hell if she didn't know how to poke someone to make them [i]not[/i] want to come back. It would be horrible to botch the job, but perhaps that exactly what would need doing.