Alice looked up shyly, hope kindled in her eyes. "I don't care how it tastes." She swore fervently. The mere thought of those lives, the image of Liam as he stood over her cooling body, it was not something she wanted. Not something she desired to cause and to prevent she would do anything. Alice was not a creature of violence after all. "I don't want to become like that man- be I this vampire or no!" The tailor sighed in relief as she rested her forehead on her knees. There was another way! Her heart soared with the knowledge, even if it was a low soaring. Her shop was still from her grasp.

Changing her focus to try and get her mind off the horrors that awaited in her future and that lurked in her past. "What is it you do?" She asked hesitantly. Hopefully she was not a surgeon, that would be problematic. Alice had grown a hatred of doctors and their ilk over the past day and night. Well, the day and night she was awake and aware. If they had only let her go home! Then this mess would never had happened, but even as she thought that Alice chastened herself. If she had not met Liza she would be lost on this unfamiliar path and without any hope but to become a monster.