Alice braced herself for the demand that she leave. That she was putting the woman in even more danger. Which in a sense she very much was! Guilt gnawed at the tailor's soul- or lack thereof- as she twisted her hands about one another. So when Liza asked her questions, Alice was grateful. They were easy to answer though it made her heart ache for the thought of Dalton. "Liam... Desires me, my blood, greatly." Alice admitted, fear creeping into her voice. "I'm afraid he might come after you, or hurt you to get to me. He is certainly capable."

For all that Alice wish she could bypass the questions Liza was posing to her. She did owe the waitress and elder vampire a great deal. For Liza had opened her home and her blood-pantry to the newly turned Alice. A debt that Alice would do anything to repay. Though Alice would gladly do most anything for Liza in sight that she had been so helpful and had become a solid cornerstone to Alice's new life. "Aleera and Thomas. They spoke of something called Strum... Strumhold? Strumghost? Strumghiest?" Alice shook her head. "Something along the lines of that." The woman admitted with an apologetic look. "I was rather more concerned with making my escape."

Her breathe caught as Liza asked of Dalton and Alice felt a look of sheer guilt cross over her face. "He was with Thomas when I ran into Enduro- Liam." The tailor stated honestly, unable and unwilling to lie to the woman. "They were chatting about something, though he did stop Liam from getting to me." And had stopped her from leaving when they had been done using her as bait, but that was beside the point. Liza did not need to know the theory Alice had concocted on her way back to the small apartment.