So his name was true, or at least it was a elaborate hoax. Which Alice was sure she could figure out. Her confidence in her perception had been shaken and she was only just getting back on her feet. Best to play it careful and slow. As delicate as any fine embroidery she made. Her shoulders relaxed slightly as she loosened her rigid posture. "Alice- Mary Alice Jane." It was Jane, was it not? Or was it Jones she had used before? It was too late now and Alice hoped she spoke the same name she had with Dalton and Aleera. "Alice, as I generally detest the rest of it." Her small smile of the mask was still wary and guarded, but the newly made vampire spoke true. She detest that name.

"And certainly you cannot be that old?" Alice dared to tread on more fragile threads as she picked over Thomas's voice. He sounded weary like may people in New York did, though not particularly old. Alice did know a thing or two about voices. It was perhaps due to wondering over that fact she didn't quite catch the familiar cadence that came from the man who sat at the bar. Brushing off the feeling of something being off, Alice assured herself she was in a well lit area with plenty of people around. No one would be cornering her in the dark to attack her again. "As for myself..." The woman studied the crowd with a inquisitive emerald gaze. "My life has been equally boring, though to spice it up my friends urged me out to this grand affair." Her lips twitched in amusement as she gave Thomas an apologetic smile. "I don't really have much to tell. My work is all I talk about and I'd rather not bore you with details or give away so many that you might as well steal away my work from me!" Her tone was light as she jested, but Alice felt the sharp sting of pain. Knowing her shop was so far out of her grasp. "I've been trying to find a way to get my business back up and running, but unfortunately it seems to never more be possible."