Alice followed Emlyn toward the carriage, her hands still clutched firmly to the cloak.  Her knuckles had started to turn white from the effort of it or perhaps it was just the fear of what would happen next.  As she entered, Alice stared wide-eyed at the interior of the carriage and then at the puppet tending bar.<i>Okay, maybe it is Wonderland after all.  </i>She said to herself, though she was not sure the sentiment made her feel any better.  She noticed something else as well.  At first, it seemed as if the puppet was perhaps abused, but then Emlyn spoke and she realized the man was actually making an effort to be kind and understanding with his property.  That's what he had called her too, wasn't it?   His property, at least for the duration of her time here.<br/><br/>"I'd--I'd like some water, please."  She asked, forcing a small smile at the bartending puppet.  She nodded when Emlyn mentioned the part about the night being confusing, but as she sat in the warmth and comfort of the carriage, some of her worries seemed to ease away.  She felt almost safe here with him, even if she knew it might be a fleeting safety.  With curious, orb-like eyes she turned to regard him, taking a sip of the water she was offered a moment later.<br/><br/>"You said the existence of Conduis is not long-lived?" Her brow furrowed as she asked the question, even though something inside her said that was not what she was.  Close, but not quite right.  Before he could answer, her mind began putting the pieces together.  Even though this was a foreign world, Alice had spent years reading fiction about distant magical worlds.  She also was a keen observer of people, and though the woman who commanded the cultists had every reason to lie, it made sense her lie wouldn't be far off from the truth...Or perhaps it was just an incorrect truth the woman believed.<br/><br/>"That's why their spell didn't work, they were trying to use me as a conduit for power..." She did not finish the sentence.  Because if she was not a conduit, then she might be something else.  If she was valuable to them, then she might be valuable to him and she did not want to risk that value keeping her from going home.  "This world is different than anything I have ever seen.  This carriage, would be impossible in my world.  We don't even use carriages anymore."  She said, as she carefully sat down on the loveseat across from him.  She looked again at the bartender and then back to Emlyn, trying to express her curiosity.  She wondered what the man was, she found his form to be utterly fascinating, but felt it would be rude to stare too long at it.