[h3][center]Alice Jefferson[/center][/h3]

Alice whistled appreciatively at the utter insanity currently taking place in the gym room. Adorned in the, loose, baggy jumpsuit of New Horizon and wielding a mighty glass cup of ice, she had slipped inside during the chaos and was sitting with one leg crossed over the other in a high-quality folding chair.

In the loudness of the room, Alice commanded a quaint corner of quiet, sipping ice water and occasionally smiled in a most bewildered fashion. It was no wonder the staff left the heroes to their own devices- for their own sake. It felt like a schoolyard in here, except little Elliot seemed to be sexually harrassing Silas, which Alice tisked at.

[b]"Silas, honey, you all right over there?"[/b] She called out to him, straining to see him around Ricardo wrestling with a robot. Alice hoped they weren't picking on him.

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