There was another squeal as poor Alice was hedged over the bride's shoulder. Indignation was putting what she was feeling mildly. But as he spoke, that supposedly thick wall of hard headedness melted right quick enough. Sure, her father had been a right hard and awful man, but many others didn't share the sentiment of their own parents. It seemed this Sasha, whatever he was, was the same.

Green eyes looked at him curiously. Softened from their hardened fear and anger of the situation. But there was still that stubborn set of her chin and her furiously blazing cheeks. "You come in here, just my door. Oh, yes you had to have done it!" She chewed at her inner cheek a old habit she had when thinking. "You say I have to help you, and you aren't leaving me any choice." Oh yes he wasn't! No one left her any choice! They all had plans and lives for her to  live, and Alice was quite sick of it.

"Well, I'll make it easy." Her own words took her by surprise, but not completely. She was a soft hearted woman and this smelled like a possible 'two birds, one stone' deal. Poor Sasha probably saw the gleam of her family that did dwell within the mischievous glint of her eyes. "You pay for the upstairs renovations and travel expenses. Plus any supplies I might need  and I'll go with you without a fuss!" She glowered at her wrists, "Thought I am going to need to pack for myself and take a few projects I haven't finished with me. Which means I'll need to stop by my apartment and call a few people to get someone to watch the shop." Her frown deepened. "If I don't, I will make your life very hard."