Alice grumbled at the knocking. Who would be waking her up this early in the morning? And how did they even get into her apartment? Hearing a door open then close, the raven headed tailor blinked sleepily as she looked towards the noise. She was in a hospital, not her home. Her mouth drew into a tight frown at the not so distant memories of the fateful night as she had taken to calling it. If anything irritated Alice Lynch it was someone mistreating clothes. Given that Liam Enduro had no so much mistreated her clothes, but destroyed them... Well had she been the Queen of England, she too could command the winds so to speak. Essentially the psychopathic man had declared a war with the tailor and when clothes were involved the tailor was not one to let up.

Well, Alice reflected on that thought. It seemed she was doing better if she was angry at the man. Anger was better than sadness. Of course she was still was sad, but it was a small thing in compared to his sins and crimes against decent formal wear. "A morning to you Doctor, but I would hardly call it good." Her voice was clipped and irritated at being woken. "Then again, I wouldn't call any morning for better or worse 'good'." Alice admitted, arching a brow. "I don't suppose you know how much longs I'm going to be here? Not that I don't appreciate the care and all, but I do want to get back to my shop." She gave the man an apologetic half smile that was converted into a yawn behind one hand. It wasn't her fault she couldn't go home, but Alice was truly tired of white. It was a drab color at the best of times. Now? It was something she was most certainly not going to go overboard with for a good while!