[b]Alice[/b]

"...Fine by me," Alice replied, her pace rapid. She intended to stick as close to the girl as possible, the better to protect her from whoever was stupid enough to attempt and approach them, "but if you stay up past your bedtime, the boogeyman chases after you."

The doll fell silent after that, her single eye staring straight ahead. She was on full alert for any Puppeteers lurking nearby. She was quite anxious to eliminate them all, preferably in gruesome and painful ways... but she probably should try and steer Cynthia home soon, too. Wandering around in the dark was always a dangerous thing to do.

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[b]Ada[/b]

[i]No matter what I say she's gonna kill me horribly why did I say that someone please help me oh god why-[/i]
Shaking her head free of those thoughts, Ada decided to try and dodge the question and ask something slightly more important. "Er, well, uh... s-so! Um... y-you're a doll? You, um... look very... life-like.

Almost unconsciously, Ada raised a hand to feel Shooter's face. The poking was a tad rude and unrefined, but hey, even if she did care for that kind of decorum, the young lady figured that these circumstances were just special enough to warrant a "go on, prod the superhuman creature, it's a good idea!" reaction.
After the realisation that Shooter's skin was as smooth and... fleshy, as her own, came the revelation that she had just prodded a superhuman creature. She blinked dumbly at the doll for a moment, her finger remaining pressed against Shooter's face as she did so.

[i]She's going to rip my body apart and kick my head over a house and why the hell did I poke her she's so mad now whag curse have I unleashed someone help.[/i]

Someone approached them at that moment, and Ada turned her confused, pleading gaze towards him, silently begging for assistance and mentally willing that he flee and save himself.