[b]Alice[/b]

Alice's visible eye gave the hooded guy a cold, distrustful glare. That attire was... strange, wasn't it? He sounded odd, too. Almost like a child trying to sound more authoritative or something.
Well, not like it mattered who this person was, anyway. If it was an overdressed child, he was probably better off ignored. Or sent home himself. And if they turned out to be dangerous... well, Alice was even moreso. No problems there.

"This child is under my supervision," Alice grunted, folding her arms, "So why don't [i]you[/i] go home? I'm much more capable of handling danger than you ever could be."

Making friends was not Alice's strong point.

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[b]Ada[/b]

Well... Dead Heart Shooter was certainly enthusiastic, but not exactly clear on what she was. Ada was at least glad the person - doll, thing, whatever - was there to simplify the explanations somewhat.
Ignoring the girl latched to her chest for the moment, Ada tried to calm herself and process the information in a way that made sense to her. Let's see... anchors, puppets and other worlds.

"...Right, I think I see now..." Ada muttered, "...but... I really don't remember making a contract..."
Then again, waking up at knifepoint tended to mess with your memory a little. Maybe she'd made a deal with this girl in a desperate bid for help, and her mind made up all the weird, super-powery stuff? ...And was still doing so, considering the conversation.

"Um, I don't need to sell my soul or something, do I?" Ada asked Shooter nervously. She didn't feel entirely comfortable with owing someone she didn't know that held other-worldly powers anything valuable with no memory of it. Even if she seemed far too adorable and nice to be so malevolent. Then again, she didn't hold back against that... thing.