Alice shook her head, her eyes a confused mix of fury and sorrow. The former was for the bad hand life had dealt her in the last weeks. The latter, for her own weakness and ineptitude. Oh, if this was a political situation Alice would skirt about the borders with ease and little issue. The events of the ball had shown her it was not merely words, but knives and blood. Both things she had never had to dealt with. "A small town or something." Alice admitted, fully aware of the folly. "Some place where I would hear about strangers and be able to leave before they found me?" Her plan was absolute garbage. For Alice's knowledge came from books, her real world experience was limited to her career, shop and the human life she had lived.

Using the heel of her hand to knock tears to the side, the woman sighed heavily. Liza was correct, the woman could very well take care of herself. It was Alice who was the weak link and thus a liability. "He was able to take on two vampires, and escape. Albeit I did aid him unintentionally." Her words were not meant to doubt the woman's abilities, but rather to warn of exactly what Liam was capable of. "And I would never ask you to leave your life for me. You've already offered me so much already!" Her eyes sparked with indignation at the very mention of such a thing.

But it made sense, Alice thought. That Dalton was a werewolf. Running a hand through her hair Alice forced herself to focus on the facts before her. As if they were some obscure design. "I'm terribly sorry I'm such a mess right now." The tailor shot Liza a apologetic and slightly calculating look. A look she had worn when designing a piece of clothing when something was just not fitting right. It bordered on frustration, but there was a patient calmness to it. "There's just too many questions. Too little answers. Why does my blood attract Liam so? What does Strumgeist want with that bastard? When can I possible return to my shop or even move about freely again! Not to mention what else is out there aside from werewolves and vampires and their hunters?! How did Liam escape from a balcony so high up?" 

Standing the woman paced her heels clacking on the floor with sharp and decisive steps. Not loud enough to bother a neighbor but they underlined the woman's mood. Solid and sharp. Not the light pattering that would often be heard about the Timeless Tailor. The riled irritation of that matter brought Alice's slight edge to the fore. "And where do I send the bill to that Aleera for the ruination of my gown! Though it was not one of my better works, there were better ways to gain my attention or participation than spilling wine!" Typical of the tailor her riled temper was not for herself but rather the clothes she worked so hard to make. Green eyes locked onto Liza as she gave a very potent snarl. "You tell Dalton is he does not want to become a muff, he ought to tell Aleera I expect payment for that grievous crime, if you would please. Wine! Red wine at that!" The dark haired woman shook her head in disgust. "If they had been reasonable when they approached me and had not stopped me form leaving, they could have had the bastard and good for them! They only have themselves to blame!" The younger vampire pointed out, her hand flickering up to wipe away tears that still seeped from the stress, sorrow and rage. She needed to stop crying, for when did tears fix anything? "Oh, I despise that [i]woman![/i]" Alice did not swear as a general rule, but Aleera seemed to test the tailor as the word woman could be easily replaced for the actual way Alice's tone describe the sinful wench! For there was no greater crime than the destruction of clothes- especially those of her make!