Alice blinked, lifting her mask enough to dab at the wetness with a tissue she had procured from the sink. Slowly listening to Aleera as she explained the predicament. Her memories of that night still haunted her, which led to the past few days when she had worked late into the daylight hours. A attempt to make her sleep more restful or dreamless at least. The drown out the memories she did not wish for. But now perhaps they would be of some use. Taking a steadying breathe, Alice's eyes darken with rage at the fact Liam was in fact at the ball which was suppose to be safe.

"I will help you, but- I need your help in return." The newly made vampire whispered. "I know I can't fight you and you could just make me. But if you could get my shop back for me. Make all this drama about my [i]turning[/i] go away. Or die down enough I could start my business back up. Go back to what I love. To making beautiful things." Alice gave a shuddering breath. "I'd do practically anything. Include tell you that Liam enjoyed my blood enough he turned me." Her voice was harsh with rage as she closed her eyes. "An ambrosia of the human heart, he called it." Looking at Aleera, she nodded slowly. "I won't need to remove my mask. I merely will have to go off alone after mentioning I work in fashion and enjoy jazz. Perhaps a cut from a wine glass to lure him all the more." She closed her eyes, moving to the door the tailor looked back with a sorrowful gleam in her eyes. "He turned me for my blood. He cannot resist it, not when he tried to remain despite two Inquisitors." She had been barely conscious, but the sounds had come back during her time at the hospital before she had fled. If they were so dangerous and he had not cared would he not have fled first?

"I will get him alone or bring him to you if you signal me, but please. I want the ability to make people beautiful again. It is my only request." She unlocked the door and swept from the room. Moving towards the balcony, and making sure she caught Alex's eye if he was there. Giving him a small apologetic smile as she kept her course. Ignoring the words of others as she kept her head down. Looking for all the world like she indeed wished to separate from the crowd. In fact, she did. She wanted to catch the bastard who had harmed her so!