Alice blinked at the woman sheepishly. She probably should have fought, Alice thought. This woman was right on that account, but then Alice reasoned her fighting wasn't something that would be overly effective. "I came from the hospital?" She squeaked slightly in protest. If she could fight halfway decently then perhaps the tailor wouldn't be in the hospital in the first place. "If I had another choice of gown, I would have worn that." Alice offered weakly from behind her hands.

Though the tailor about had another heart attack as the woman identified her as a vampire. "I-I am? He said I was. Am I?" She whispered in confusion. Her large green eyes looked horrified at the corpse. "I stick out-? The sore thumbs mostly due to the gown?" She offered the excuse. But the words did ring true. She did stick out horribly, Alice glared down at the down. As the woman- Liza- stepped between Alice and the corpse, the tailor's face fell. She had been eyeing all the blood. "Alice. Alice Lynch?" She offered weakly. "I'm a tailor?"

"Do you know what's going on-?" She whispered, terrified still. Biting her lip, the raven headed woman ducked her head shyly. "A-Are you going to kill me too-? Or drink my blood-? Or anything of that sort?" Her green eyes flickered over Liza's face with a worrisome look. She really was on the short list of 'catching a break'. And Alice really wanted that break.