Once released she darted a few steps away. She must have said something right, or perhaps not. He continued speaking asking things. If she had been to Mariseille- where ever that was. She didn't know locations very well and the place sounded French or Italian. It was doubtful, she thought, that this man would be able to convince her to go. "No I haven't and no. I don't know about my family ancestry." Her snarl was almost palpable. Family was a very sore subject with her. "I have better things to do, so do not think I will check nor assist you on whatever the heck you are doing." Tempted as she was, Alice never swore. "I have a shop to tend."

But as he was looking to the left, she moved to the right. Darting for that tiny room in the back in which she could barricade herself into, and in which she could call the authorities. It would delight her family to learn of this! That poor little Alice couldn't take care of herself safely. Another notch to their belt that she would be better off with the 'family'. Foolish, foolish, foolish. Alice's shoes echoed her thoughts with a sharp click of each steps. If luck held he would think her going to the register, or perhaps if it didn't she could out run him.

Doubtful in this dress and shoes.