"I know that feeling. I didn't think they were true until," once more the bone pale fingers are pulled up with the jerk of their strings. "this happened." the fingers fall, "I just don't want-" Alice sucks in a breath she doesn't need and drops it. Cynthia had obviously already gotten the point. Stupid Nosferatu didn't tend to last long.
"Do you still have those sorts of contacts?" one never really knew when an in with the 'weirdos and they artsy crowd' could be proven useful. "Hmm, honestly smelling a little off, isn't anything to be overly worried about. You could look like me." tacked on in a mockery of self-depreciation. "A scent, with the right props someone could think it came from that instead of you, after all."