The, now quite literally, Timeless tailor looked over at the voice that had called out. The glance having spared her from noticing Liza's stir of discontent. Giving Dalton a friendly, if timid, smile and incline of her head. The masked Alice Lynche flushed under the emerald mask. "You flatter me, but thank you." It was nice to hear that her work was still good, even if she was a week out of practice and working with inferior materials. Sacrifices for the art, she supposed.

Though looking at Dalton, Alice did have to admit he could pull of the simple colors of black and white like no other. It surprised and delighted the fashionista, though the fact also made her itch for a pen, paper, and a good stout length of measuring cord. Watching the cab, and thus Liza, depart Alice desperately wished the woman had joined them. Resolving to make it up to her at some point, and the next time Alice was getting a chance to go to something like this? She'd drag along the vampiress will she or no. A keen ear caught Dalton's words as Alice glanced over at him. The man was a kind person, though Alice had been a good deal shy of him at first. Who wouldn't be after the week she had? Being turned, the police, the hospital, and people trying to kill her! It was the twilight zone if she ever heard of one. "Not at all, but we shouldn't stand around out here unless we want to get a chill." Alice smiled a fond look at Dalton. Though it was merely that, and nothing more. The man wasn't her cup of tea in romance, though she was staying a healthy distance away from the general idea of falling for anyone.

Liam had disabused her that notion after all.