Alice ducks her head, strings lulling and snapping taut, would they speak in the backroom of another bar, or would the locked door of her office suffice? "Of course."
Another hollow hum, "He'll be burned. Most are. Whether he learns from it or not is truly the test." bland words perhaps, platitudes to some, but for Alice she had grown bold and had been bitten. She has learned. Would others?
She laughs, strange and hollow, "Then, not much has changed, has it?" the Danse was the Danse, there were the steps, in time, and the fumbles of those inexperienced. Their continuing to the music only allowed by the leave of who's toes those fumbles had stepped on.
"Truly?" she shakes her head a small for Alice smirk appears, "I suppose there must be a Bea in each Covenant, and Goddess preserve me, but they must make their way to Sacramento."
The're a small beeping from Alice's pocket, her hand slides in and silences, it. "Hmm, I suppose so. Shall I call this good night Your Grace?"