"The same can be said of you," Alice says. Thinking suddenly of Martha, and how Alice couldn't see herself in any terms of attractive, how her mind, and Clan, had convinced her that the Doll was but a hag.
Alice nods, strings pulling loose and taut. Accepting Ale's reasoning, her self proclaimed out, a reason to leave in the distant future. Not explaining what the Prince would no doubt already know. Of how easy it would be to inherit an empire from yourself.
"If I push myself, I've heard stories of shadows concealing placing as large as 5-8 rooms. So we don't necessarily need to be modest in size." she explains, simply offing another jerking nod, when Ale mentions security measures.
"Is there anything you would want?" Alice asks, she's all but demanded a pool.
A hollow laugh, "Yes, loud could work. It sounds very, hmm. It's no pastel, but I still want to call it that."
"What else...." she considers, "I would like rooftop access, or a high balcony. Nothing crazy I don't think." she still has her apartment, and the windowless bathroom where she woke in that bathtub, her eyes, ash on her cheeks.