Alice was about to agree to the enthusiastic Aleera as she suggested they chat when Dalton intervened. Though the tailor merely batted an eyelash, if they had business then they had business! Who was she to interfere? After all Alice was a business woman herself and understood the need to speak privately. "It's not an issue." Alice assured Dalton as she gave him a charming smile beneath her green and black mask. Pleased to sit and study the ebb and flow of the crowd.

But, once again, her thought for the future was interrupted by Aleera this time as the woman suggested that Alice might wish to converse with the man in the black skull assemble. While that wasn't a overly bad idea, Alice did raise a slight brow. So he was friends of a sort with Dalton? Welcomed relief flooded her at the name and assurance that he was 'quite a fellow'. If the tailor was honest with herself, she was a tad on edge with worry for Liam, but was stubbornly pushing that to the side. She would go on with her life and if the bastard showed up-! Well she'd figure out something then. Making her way over to the far end of the bar, the woman hesitated before giving a slight and small 'ahem' to the thusly named Thomas Linder. "May I sit here? Aleera thought you might wish company while she absconds with Dalton." Her smile was small, a wariness settling about her that wouldn't had been there if she hadn't wandered down the damning lane of worry.