Alice listens, still in her seat.
"Distant in what way?" she asks, "I regrettably did not meet with any other Acolytes before or after the Crone Court. I have been familiarizing myself with other aspects of Sacramento, and perhaps that has put me at a disadvantage, but maybe I am able to offer up a unique perspective." New and old, Acolyte, but distant herself from the happenings of the Domain in the long time she was set under that...weight. The pressure.
Alice's hand, falls to her chest, she presses down. Still not enough....but she was, hesitant to evoke the Blood to press harder, even if it, might be what she needed to feel it again.