Alice nodded to Connor's remark. It was good that Liza would be fine. She knew the woman was tough, but confirmation she would be fine was a relief to her. "That's good." She smile to the bartender, tracing the wood of the bar as her mind wandered down the roads of what vampirism could entail for her. The atmosphere wasn't her cup of tea, Alice would admit, but it was a relief of normality after a hectic last few days. The smells, the sights, the noise! It was so much better than being in the hospital. She almost wished the man had tried to kill her sooner. A stern frown at herself cut that thought off at the source. It wouldn't do for to look forward to being attacked. After all, she wanted normality!

A thump down the bar startled her as she looked over at the man who had sat down. Unable to help herself. He was young, pretty average, and utterly in need of getting a proper outfit. But so did half of the patrons of this bar, by her reckoning. Emerald eyes blinked at his slight smirk and wave, before she remembered Liza's orders and looked away. Her gaze fastening on the bottles behind the bar. Looking over the types and choices. The different colors giving her ideas for a potential dress that would work with the coloring of the bar, thought not the clientele or the atmosphere. She fingers picked at the wood as she hoped the man didn't stir up trouble for her. That would cause trouble for Liza and that was the last thing she wished to do!