The tiny tailor blinked her emerald orbs. "Nightborn-?" She whispered, confused. What was he talking about? Cleansing? Was he some strange church nut, unlikely with the crossbow. "Cleansed-?" But it was his words afterwards that floored her. She knew him? Absolutely not with that horrible fashion. If he came within a mile of her shop, she would have fixed it. "Alley like before-?" She whispered, peering a bit further out from behind her cover. Lured by the possible knowledge of what was going on.

Was he the one who took her to the hospital? Who saved her from the maniac date she had? For essentially that was what it had been before the creep had tried to kill her or whatever. "You took me to the hospital-? You saved my life?" Alice asked, looking curiously at the shadowy man. "I- Please?" She begged weakly. Her voice breaking as she pleaded for answers. "Do you know what's going on? What's happening-?" Alice didn't really care about running- she doubted if she could. But answers, she needed those. Alice wrapped her arms tightly about herself as she leaned against the wall. "Please, I just need answers. I need to know what's happening. What did Liam do, and why me! What is so special about my blood!?" She sobbed, stress eating away at her.