Alice flinched as Dalton grabbed her arm, a startled shriek being muffled as she refused to alert anyone innocent of the horrors going on behind the thankfully closed doors. Wilting under Dalton's glare, the small tailor nodding weakly. She could not fight him physically and was well aware of that fact. Tears of fright slowly seeped from under the mask as Alice shook her head suddenly. "Please! I'll wait outside somewhere! I just- I can't! I won't be a part of this!" Her pleading however was going to fall on deaf ears or be useless in the end. As did most things in these twisted days. It was like her life was the twilight zone!

The shattering of glass made Alice look behind as she spied the other woman. A lovely woman and more behind her as they saw the scene. Alice could only imagine what they thought they saw! A man on the ground with another man holding his down and a woman with a knife preparing to strike. Another man gripping a woman by her shoulders with giant glowing eyes, and herself half covered in wine- red of course. Which could be mistaken for blood. Alice frozen in terror at the thought of the police getting involved. They couldn't! She couldn't be here when they showed up! Casting a desperate and pleading look at Dalton, Alice wrenched her words so they would strike the nerves she required. "I thought you were a friend." Her voice was bitter with pain and anguish. Anguish at having the play the game she had started her tailor shop to escape from. "I thought you gave enough of a care to Liza and myself. Apparently I was mistaken." Of course her words were soft enough so the human couldn't hear. "All of you creatures are like Liam, aren't you? Seeing only what you desire and never caring for those who get innocently stuck in the middle?"