Alice followed after Aleera with a few private misgivings. She would have loved to stick close to Dalton for the duration of the evening. A person she knew was far safer than a sea of masks and faceless figures. The well of mistrust was not a natural bit of worry for Alice. But the seed had been planted when Liam had 'turned' her, it had been watered by the doctors, the police, and Inquisitors. All she had ever wanted was a normal life, with her shop and her craft. That it had been so ripped from her grasp...

Alice would do anything to get it back. Even dance with strangers and play the lovely Mary Alice Jane. Til the commotion died down and she had her answer to how she could get her beloved business back. Noticing a figure in a white, his mask even whiter as Aleera sought a partner. Alice shifted uncomfortably, remembering the last time she had found someone alluring. But a quick stiffening of her spine made her stand up straight. It was merely a man, nothing more. Liam was probably having the entire police force and FBI on his tail! That thought brought a smile to her lips.