Alice's green eyes narrowed slightly as she focused them on the torn coat. Circling him with the measuring tape and muttering lengths softly to herself. The woman debated answering, but sighed slightly. There would be no ignoring him. It was rude, worse he knew she heard him. What with those crossed arms and that look. "Just a tad tired is all. It [i]is[/i] rather late." She amended, and all it was true. It was late at the shop and she had been working on a deadline. Many would wonder why she was not out with friends, while those friends she did have would steer clear of the shop till the deadline date was over with. Then they would descend with cheer and help. Reviving the weaken tailor after days of little sleep and food. 

Pulling his arm with a unyielding persistence she gave Sasha a scolding look. "And you know how to stand for a tailor. Arms spread please." The tiny woman admonished, though her hand still shook as she jabbed a pin into the fabric making to take it in a bit around the arms well sure she pricked the man. Both for the little plan she had concocted and for not standing as he should. Whenever did you cross your arms at a tailor's?

She jotted a few notes on the coat with the chalk, eyeing the door to her little work room. If she could get the coat in there, perhaps she could feign falling asleep till he left or morning and there were more people about. What with the coat and her other work she could tide her nerves over till morning surely. "It's well fitting, needs a bit taken in around the arm. Same with the waist. Though your shoulders could stand to be let out. Probably what popped that seem in the first place." Alice forced herself to sound cheerful, and keep smiling though there was a shakiness to it. She stuck another pin through cinching the waist, pricking him again with a Irish woman's vengence. "Oh dear. Terribly sorry." She lied, checking the frayed and torn seam and pinning that as well.