Alice's head nods, slow and jerking. Her mind already running away with the thoughts, of just what would have happened if her punishment, frenzy, and subsequent punishment for the frenzy were handled differently, or if she failed to maintain the control she'd miraculously woken up with.
"I..I don't think I could have just seen your Clan, and your tattoos, and just seen them....maybe if I wasn't...you know. A haunt." for her Clan, if you couldn't overlook the what was on the outside, you could never really know the soul of the person that lay beneath.
A laugh, hollow but light, "If the city were filled more like me...." she trails off, she'd begun the sentence with the thoughts of making it into a joke, but as it continued she couldn't find the words the retain the humor she wanted to carry, but as she thought of it, she thought of herself and just how horrible the thought of more of her around would be.
Thankful for the quiet, Alice moves the rat's blood through her system, and replaces what's spent with the blissful mouthful of the sweet ambrosia.