[Thanks, Alice. If you wanted someone to lash out at you and be combative, that someone is surprisingly not Margo. Not with Alice. Not after what she did. Remorse and guilt don't come as easily to Margo anymore, but she feels it full force knowing she wronged someone that could have been a friend.

Her expression is indecipherable as always. A mask of cold, calculated indifference that keeps people guessing, usually giving her the upper hand. She looks Alice over, feeling a budding concern that she doesn't dare project.]

Well, in that case, we should probably ditch him and have some fun while he runs around frantically looking for you. He'll do that angry scurrying thing he does, it'll be great. Come on.

[She does smile now. Small, but genuine as she reaches out to take Alice by the wrist.]