Her green eyes cringed as the woman mentioned the inquistors. Murdering thugs that had saved her life. Though Alice was considering if that wasn't more of a curse than a rescue. Now her beloved shop was out of grasp and they had decided to hunt her. Declaring her a monster. Well it's not like this was their fault. Though Alice did hold them slightly responsible. For if they had turned up sooner, she wouldn't have been in this mess. Shaking her head the tailor looked to the woman as the refrigerator closed.

And her mind stopped. Her eyes widened as she gasped, and fought not to inhale again. "W-why-?" She pleaded, she did not like the urge coursing through her to devour the bag. Alice liked it even less as it urged her to then sink her fangs into the woman. For would she not also contain the delicious red rivers of life? Snatching the bag with desperate fingers, even as she eyes showed reluctance. Her fangs did not hesitate to bite into the blood bag. Sucking the red from it with a delicacy that had not been afforded her when Liam had fed. That's right, Alice thought, it was just a giant juice box. Only the juice was the human kind and the iron twinged liquid flowed far too easily down her throat for the tailor's liking. But she still fed from it, needing it more than she wanted to admit.