And there it went again. Her thoughts of sanity went out the door along with the strange, supposedly vampire, man. Why couldn't he have been a [i]normal[/i] customer? It didn't seem as though she got many of those any more. Though the Lolita community paid well for her outfits as did those into the Victorian and Steam-punkish garb she- herself- wore. Laying her head against the window, she stared at the falling drops dispassionately. Her slim fingers and hands working at the bindings about them. 

Alice was generally quite and kind, as it should be! Yet this man had set her on uncertain footing over and over, the poor tailor was absolutely over the edge of her limit. Her wealth didn't matter, yet her family did. She oddly believed him when he said it was for his father, and Alice's heart went out to Sasha for it. Family was important to everyone. Even when her own had been in supposed trouble she had jumped to their aid. Albeit only to find a ruse and them trying to push her together with a pompous, arrogant son of Mother's so-and-so. Giving up the tailoring business was not happening, yet it seemed it just might with all that was going on...

She bit her lip, as her hands slid free. No knot would hold her! Especially one made with her own fabric, she thought with some glee. Though it was short lived. Leaning down she finished off the binding about her legs and checked through out the car. Doubtful he had a weapon, his words still rang in her ears as she thought through several options. Setting his phone to the side, her pale hand checked the locks and disengaged them. Opening the door, she closed it softly behind her and slid through the rain towards the alleyways. It was cold, and that dratted man had left her coat behind. His as well, her eyes blazed with annoyance at the thought of those poor clothes. Her biggest vice was a love of fashion and that man-! That [i]vampire[/i], or whatever he be, had just run rough shod over it!

She sighed as she wandered into the alley, and then down another. Her hair was getting drenched as well, blasted man. Hopefully she could find a constable and use the excuse of a robbery that had frightened her to get herself back to the Timeless. It'd be slightly problematic, but she could call a few friends and stay with them. Perhaps if he thought her too well on guard he'd go bother someone else? Her lips turned sour in look, before she shook her head and scolded herself for wishing ill of her sibling.