Giving and indignant shriek as she fell towards the floor only to be caught by the problematic assailant. Alice glowered up at this strange stranger so called Sasha. Of course her shop was close! That did not mean she did not have work! Added in the fact of deadlines she had yet to do for special projects... it was all rather hectic, something she dearly loved in her nice quite little shop. A appearance of calm and serenity with a little hectic schedule in the spring and holidays.

Though as this man spoke of her supposed ever so many greats grandfather, the tiny dark haired tailor's frown only deepened. How did he know about something like that? If it was true, that was. She honestly never had cared enough about her family to delve back into that history. But it sounded true enough. Though, Alice thought bitterly, more than one person had easily gotten her to believe some lie. She was susectible to them at times. Such as wiring and houses and shops. Adding to that list was apparently people, or rather tall strange men named Sasha, who needed halo with clothes late at night.

"Good luck going after him." She huffed, her cheeks stained red with embrassed and angered blush. "I haven't the slightest idea where he might be. And even if you did find him, you wouldn't be able to get close to him without some appointment and ten people in attendance." She deigned not to answer about her sibling. The perfect little Lynch child. She had never cared for her relation and preferred to not thinking them. Which was rather hard to do this night. "And I need to open my shop tommorrow! I have deadlines for projects! And a door to repair." Her frown turned accusatory as she pouted at Sasha.