[Alice didn't sleep Thursday night and any sleep she did get was a result of her body forcing her eyes closed for only a couple hours at most. Death was nothing new to her. She worked on many murder cases, examined corpses and even saw her father's beaten corpse not long before she was kidnapped and put into that warehouse...followed by being kidnapped a second time and coming here. But the events of yesterday shook her up. Lydia Martin's death more than Bernkastel's, but even what Bernkastel did and how she seemed only disappointed in not getting away with it. She didn't know quite what to make of everything.
Next to her plate of food, practically untouched, is the notebook. It isn't flipped to the notecards of the other people, but to a page full of scratched out lines of things she was writing before she didn't like how they read. She won't make mention of it, but what she's writing is a will. Just in case. But her sight is more trained on the "watch" attached to her left wrist, a very foolish mistake that she can't seem to recognize. She's just glad that she was cured of Radical-6 before she came here...she feels things would be a lot worse if that was still in her system.]
Friday Morning - Ballroom at 8am
Next to her plate of food, practically untouched, is the notebook. It isn't flipped to the notecards of the other people, but to a page full of scratched out lines of things she was writing before she didn't like how they read. She won't make mention of it, but what she's writing is a will. Just in case. But her sight is more trained on the "watch" attached to her left wrist, a very foolish mistake that she can't seem to recognize. She's just glad that she was cured of Radical-6 before she came here...she feels things would be a lot worse if that was still in her system.]