[ Spite in it's purest form, her actions are out of petty spite. When Alice finally has the strength to push back, off the ground at least be stable on her feet, she does so. She channels the frustration and her wish to see no one else suffer as much as herself and the patients of Rutledge. It's a bitter thing, a horrible thing to see that nothing can change that. ]

It doesn't, not at all. Your disregard for yourself is infuriating and I'll do everything I can to stop that, even if you are a stranger.

[ She nearly finds herself fainting into a blinding white confessing that. The question remains on the tip of Alice's tongue, as she steps backwards with her green eyes boring into his figure, hollow and glazed. It is easier to wipe herself of any feeling. And yet, Alice gestures with a finger, her voice low, almost like a hiss.]

I do not know what has happened, but you have better hope that was not your doing or so help me.

[ She's shaking and even if Alice retains a sense of calm, her nostrils flare in a quiet rage. ]