Alice looked over with a bare flicker of recognition crossing her face as she raised her head from her hands. Opening her mouth to answer it she closed it when Liza waved her off. Staring at the sketch pad, Alice tried to smile. Knowing the watery smile was far from true. "No, their fine." Alice said with a world weary quietness that spoke volumes. The woman was a far cry from the happy woman as she had been before Enduro had come into her shop. How she hated that man!

"I just... Drawing is all well and good." She gave a small sigh as her eyes drooped as her head set back down onto her hand. "My passion is needle and cloth. Making people look their best and feeling it." She sighed and ran a slim hand through her dark hair. "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't appreciate all you've done. I'm just missing what I had." The tailor admitted softly.