With the (normally, rationally) beautifully pale Seneschal's attentions drawn towards her, Alice didn't know quite what to do. Curling into a ball and crying was a definite 'no!' even though the pale marionette really wanted to. That would be more then just a social fumble....it would be, Alice didn't really know other then it would be very of the bad.
Instead Alice thinks to curtsy once more to the powerful women, "Seneschal Harding (sumthingpositiv), good evening. Was there....something you wished to speak with me about?" Alice asks, her voice light, and hesitant.
'Oh God please be a get-to-know-you thing instead of your a Nos-and-I-hate-you thing.' Alice prays.