Alice gave the man an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I'm some what in love with color." She admitted, hedging about the color fact. For clothes were indeed color, or lack there of sometimes. Though Alice was quick to turn her gaze to the bar as he finished his drink. Not wanting to tempt herself. Drinking blood was hard enough from a bag, but fresh from the source? The tailor didn't want to try it even once, she wasn't sure she'd be able to resist the lure ever again. So she was abstaining til that was not an option. Perhaps she could abstain from human blood completely, but she doubted it. Alice enjoyed many things, so when something tasted 'foul' it was quickly off her palate.

Blinking she looked over at Dalton as he moved to leave, a mistake she realized as he asked after her name. Again! Really she wished he hadn't, but Liza had used her name so perhaps it was alright? But looking slightly peeved she leaned her chin on her hands and shrugged absently. Trying to look anything unlike the prestigious Alice Lynch. More along the lines of a nerd who had come far out of her comfort zone. Though the comfort zone part was true still. "Alice." She answered simply. "Liza got sick of me burying myself in my work so she dragged me here." She lied slightly, though the key parts were slightly true. Liza had brought her here, saving herself from having article of clothing analyzed though the waitress didn't know it.