Alice gave a slight sniff, followed by a sneeze. Being out in this rain did her no favors. But she watch Sasha with a mix of wariness and resigned disapproval. Slowly, one step after the other. The cold rain was only going to get worse, and her hair was already slicked down from it. Combined with pale skin and her petite frame she partly wondered if those that saw them thought her for one of the Banshee. It was slightly amusing.

Gazing up at the tall vampire, she tilted her head slightly, those green eyes hard as jade and filled with that disapproval and odd sadness. "This..." Alice sighed, her arms running her shoulders, "is why we should have brought coats, if you've spent any time in this Country you would know that. It rains a lot, and I'm not sure I can save the dress or myself. I feel so water logged." The strange admonishment slipped from her with another sneeze before she continued walking past him.

"Are you coming?" She peered over her shoulder at the man, her said shoulders slumped in defeat. While Alice would never tell the annoying lout, she had been touched by his plea. He truly had sounded like he wanted nothing more than to merely resurrect this father of his. That he regretted his actions just moments before. The latter she found harder to believe, but she supposed it could be his desperation talking. Elsewhere he would be bipolar and then she would be in trouble. Still, she had truly agreed to go, she doubt he would put up with much more resistance. For all his threats Alice understood the desperate made the most dangerous.

It hadn't been too long ago she had been one of them.