[Alice wouldn't think so.

But then again, secretly coveting her experience with knife fighting came from the most unlikely places is something she's not particularly proud of. She had been a person of few words this entire time, hardly saying anything. She was feeling more at ease; if only she could learn not to jump so head long into fights. That would be a start. And as always, Alice rarely displays any sort of confirmation of physical pain. Sure, there is a few scrapes and bruises, but her pain tolerance is far too great at this rate. She's small, it was bound to happen. And she'll hide it well so that he doesn't say anything.

It's the lack of sleep that's starting to haunt her after riding a high of anxiety that finally starts to show in her green eyes that are red. She's learn to be humble. And for the record, she is still a ball of awkwardness, thank you very much. The rest of her cleaning up the grime and dirt will be done at home; this week has been far to scandalizing.]

I'm not particularly special.

[Alice would like to make that clear, lowering her head. God, she needs more sleep.]

I just want to fend for myself.