Alice frowns, shooting. Impossible for her now.
...or is it. Could she learn to do something so impossibly seeming as shooting a gun with no eyes?
It would be awesome and badass if she could. And Alice knew that Ale was handy with a gun...maybe she could get the gangrel to help her.
Alice snorts out a laugh to Ale's comment. No doubt that the Savage would be 'too rough' for 'the poor boy'.
"If our CEO sees him acting up, we'll get blamed for not correcting it before it drew his attention." Alice says, knowing that in other Domains that was the truth, but she wonders if it would be the same here. A single conversation and a dance with the Prince made it hard to judge. "You know how busy he is."
Alice pursed her lips, disappointed by her common Canadian accent, and how flat and hollow the Curse made of it.
"Can't be me." Alice says, "If I do anything, he'll know something's up."
Chastised Alice nodded, "Sorry. It's just...simpler to cling to stereotypes..."
The hollow sound of Alice's laughter joins in with Vivian's giggles. "I'd never share that secret with just anyone!" Thinking on her recent conversation with Lady Stamford, and ghouls...how the ventrue advised her to sequester herself away when she slept, lest the ghoul try and take her Blood.
"Phew!" Alice says, glad that she didn't have to make a fool of herself just yet. "My drink's around here...somewhere..." Alice says, remembering she put it down somewhere. "Oh well. Might do for another anyway." She says, leaving Emma to decide just what the Haunt would be drinking.
"Looks like you're up Ale."