[ She slowly starts to pull herself up revealing a very nasty bruise on her arm. Although that would be the least painful things to happen to her, compared to her youth. She knows this all too well -- massive headache, delirium, and trembling. To her, it's just another Tuesday in London, but this isn't London.
It's somewhere else, isn't it? Oh, right, it is, because if Alice had taken a stumble in London like this, she would have woken up in a stranger place, like a jail cell to keep her safe. Alice with all of her blurry vision glances up to the taller man. She doesn't cringe or pull away, which is a start.
She breathes, pushing her hair out of her face. The most she does is look at him in a state of confusion. ]
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It's somewhere else, isn't it? Oh, right, it is, because if Alice had taken a stumble in London like this, she would have woken up in a stranger place, like a jail cell to keep her safe. Alice with all of her blurry vision glances up to the taller man. She doesn't cringe or pull away, which is a start.
She breathes, pushing her hair out of her face. The most she does is look at him in a state of confusion. ]
What?