Alice cringed slightly as the red eyes fell upon her. Her own green eyes dropping to study the floor, as she breathed a relieved sigh as Liza turned back to her drawing. "I didn't mean to offend." The tailor muttered into her legs. Yet it seemed that was all she was doing with the poor woman who had saved her. She offended humanity and those Inquisitor with her very existence, though she had no say in that. And then offended this woman with her questions and eagerness to return to her life. But a small seed of hope was planted at Liza's words.

"Do you need a lot of blood?" Alice asked after a time, hoping the answer would be a no. Hoping this woman would agree to help Alice find willing blood that did not need to come from a human host. She didn't want to leave a trail of heart break and ruined lives behind her like Liam had with her. She took her joy from beautiful things, not ruined shells. Well, unless she was restoring them to their glory. "I don't want to hurt anyone." Alice whispered in a defensive tone. Her voice meek beside that. She already owed this woman a debt, and by this hell she was living, she'd repay it.