Alice was not scared of skulls, infact they were a motif she often used in her halloween dresses. But her wariness only heightened as 'Thomas Linder' repeated her very own words that were said across the room. There was no way for the man to have heard that lest he was like Liza and her, or perhaps had some techie gadget or something. Trapped by her own well meaning manners once again, Alice wished she was less of a lady. Or bold enough to polietly decline the stool she ginger sat upon. Fussing with her dress so it would lay correctly and not get wrinkles. Her hand slightly shaking, his words mere moments before stabbing far too close to her wrecked nerves.

Again, another person asked her name! Well, she could tell one lie a thousand times and perhaps it would become true. But her lips twitched in a small smile even if the same smile didn't reach her emerald eyes. "Shouldn't a gentleman introduce himself first?" She admonished with a gently tone. This was a ball, was it not? So she would dance the dance of manners if he wanted her name he'd need to give his. Or something Alice could precive as his. "And friend of a friend? That's a interesting way of putting it." Trying to shrug off the oddness. To return to her 'normal' life. Even if this new 'normal' had her drinking blood.