Awakening, slowly, but fully, Alice would come to - the underlying aura of the other power fading - and look around. Takeshi's departing pat to the head would bring her into the scene in full.

[b]She was surrounded.[/b]

[center][b][i]Encircled.[/i][/b][/center]
[right][b][i][u]Entrapped.[/u][/i][/b][/right]
Shaking, Alice raised Carroll, as the Cursed Blade creaked - his jaw forming in the Mundane state he'd been in. "[color=9b111e][b]Danger. Close. Targets. Food. Feed.[/b][/color]" Jerkily, the Cursed Blade spoke and moved; twisting Alice's left arm like a leashed beast, chomping at the bit for his chance. Alice stepped backwards, and tried to find a place to get out of the crowd, and the imaginary prison of social introversion.

Stumbling backwards, Alice fell into a familiar striking stance, but froze up - too many people were looking - they'd judge her, if she messed up - laugh at her and call her names behind her back.

Quivering, Alice would tear up, as her anxieties took over; creeping into thoughts from the desperately reclusive mushroom that crept through her body and mind. Tear-filled eyes scanned the smiling faces, twisting and perverting them into sneers of mockery and contempt. They were pointing; laughing; taunting her for her weakness before and now. Despite the power she demonstrated before Takeshi, there was a clear divide between that sealed personality, and the sheltered woman before the taskforce.

Carroll was growling like a wild beast, straining his restraints; his parasitic mass reaching further up Alice's left side; encroaching upon her neck and jaw. However, before the Cursed Blade could do anything dangerous, the Mad Hatter would "sheath" him inside her coat, and pull her hat down - hiding behind it.

[center]"[color=0F52BA][i]Go away...[/i][/color]"[/center]
Her voice was small, so small; terrified and sob-stricken

[center]"[color=0F52BA][i]Please...[/i][/color]"[/center]