Alice drooped at the thought of staying in the plain room for a week. It was drab, uncomfortable and did nothing to distract the poor woman from her experience. Giving a small sigh, the tailor wiped away her tears once more with the heel of her hand. "Right. My apologies. I just- I have work I-" She shook her raven tresses. Trying to summon a shaky smile, failing miserably. The situation was bad but by hell, Alice was going to try to make be best of it. "What more do you need?" She asked defeated at the thought of having to sit in the drab room.

DNA? Blood on her clothing. Alice frowned, thinking over the horrors of the night. Wincing as pain flashed through her abdomen and head. "I don't know. I just remember the pain. I think I screamed? I don't know." Alice sighed giving the officers a apologetic look. "I may have scratched him? I can't throw any type of punch well enough to draw blood." She admitted, looking terribly forlorn. "After he dropped me everything went... I couldn't think of anything really but the pain." The tiny woman admitted. "He stood over me, cradled me." A shiver of revulsion rolled through her body and across her face. Her hands rubbing at her arms as if to rid her of Liam's touch. Why did she ever welcome it? She did remember the shouts and Liam's anger at something. She remembered being forced to drink something. But she wasn't sure if she had dreamed it. Would they believe her? They were already skepitcal about her bloody tale. Though it was true!