Alice watched in interest at what Liza was doing. While she was miffed at the woman's actions over her business, Alice did understand it in a sense. After all, Aleera was= to Alice's mind at least- a dangerous vampire of a dangerous coven. However, her brow furrowed as her green eyes watched the blood being picked from the counter. However, Alice still was miffed. It was her business, quite literally. She was a tailor and Aleera had broken a product, an advertisement of sorts.

Her fingers tapped a mindless and slow tune on the desk. "I will not be any good at that." Alice noted in a cooled voice. "Fighting for me is the pen and the words. The political systems of business." The green eyes flickered over to the bag she had brought with her from her shop. "One of the many reasons I left my family to begin with and now I'm being dragged into it again. With the exception that I will need to fight." A sneer graced the timid Tailor's face as she thought of Aleera and the notion of fighting. It seemed barbaric to the woman. Pointless, and more than that it risked damaging her precious clothes.