She would argue that the size is absolutely perfect, even if it makes her feel smaller than she usually is. It helps, it's a bit warmer, if her bare feet weren't hitting the cobble stoned street every time she walked. Alice takes a small step closer after getting a bit lost in her thoughts. Tea sounds better than anything else right now, after passing through their fair share of ice.

Alice is holding up the over-sized sleeves to breathe into her hands to warm herself.

"Yes, that sounds lovely," Better than lovely. The simple things are often the best things, "I just wish I could remember why I'm here or what happened."