Alice gave the man a sweet smile, while she analyzed her surroundings. It was slightly irritating she would admit, that he could not leave the topic of her be. Did men not like to hear themselves talk generally? They had when she was fitting them at least! "Something like that." The tailor admitted, though not going into more detail. "Though it's a lot more up with the times as it were. Unfortunately I'm here to enjoy myself and talking of my business does not do that." There! Let him feel bad for making a woman wilt with sorrow! For the pain in Alice's eyes and her voice was not feigned.

It was like loosing a limb for her, a friend who had passed. Though it was a mere building, it also had been her proverbial pirate flag to her family. The finger to the world that Alice Lynch would make it! Despite what her upbringing as a political liar. Alice would make it as a upstanding and well mannered lady, that didn't lie. The difficulty however had been set far higher than Alice had anticipated, what with being turned into one of the Nosferatu and all. Perhaps, she would find Dracula and give it a read. Though that might horrify Liza to some degree...