Alice nodded absently and murmured an assent to the food. It hardly mattered either way to the tailor. All she could taste was the bitter loss. She could be eating cardboard and Alice doubted she would notice. But the second question made her grow quiet considering the fact the last time she had seen a certain patron at the bar she had flung a very hate filled, albeit desperate, insult in the werewolf's face.

"Conner?" She puzzled. Dalton was the friend she had chased away with quite figuratively a big stick. Though it had been to escape a brutal scene, Alice still felt guilty over that. "I'm not sure." She admitted, Thought the prospect of leaving the apartment terrified her, she didn't think she could remain inside much longer. "But... perhaps. Perhaps I'll go."