Alice listened to the woman and sighed. Her tiny form slumping on the bed. "My father will claim the shop and building and dangle it in front of me like a prize to show how worthless my enterprise was." Her voice was soft. She couldn't deny the advice of laying low. It was good advice. Something she would have to do. As for the police and their search... She didn't like the cop- the younger one, his name was quite forgotten. But Alice hated how he had scoffed at her. So much like her father and mother had over her gowns and designs.

Shaking her head, the woman gave Liza a mournful look. "I-I'm sorry to keep going on about my shop- my work. You save my life. It's not that I'm not thankful. Making- dealing with clothes is just a passion of mine." She admitted, wiping at the tears that slipped down her face. "If these Inquisitors are watching... Then it is indeed not safe to go back." Alice frowned at the gown, and gave a huff of annoyance. "I was going to tell the police Liam had come back and tried to kill me again." Alice admitted ruefully. "It would sum up a fair bit I thought."