<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice did indeed have a hard time stepping away from Peter. It wasn't easy for her to go away after the moments they had lived. Yet, she knew they couldn't stay there forever. With a sigh, Alice finally pulled herself away and went for the towels. As she dried Peter off, Alice's thoughts were in their current situation. She knew she was falling for him, and falling hard, and that was a little scary. She hadn't planned to fall for anyone, ever. And now here she was, falling for a questionable guy, at best, and a criminal, at worse. It was just her luck, or so it seemed. Alice had always had a thing for less than respectable guys, but this was too much, even for her standards. Yet, she was too far gone to turn back now. And so was he, if she was any good as a judge of character.<br/><br/>When Peter asked Alice if she wanted to give the food in the cantine another go, she couldn't help but laugh. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Hell, no. I'm not that insane... yet"</span>, she replied, shaking her head. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I mean real, decent food."</span><br/><br/>Alice noticed too late what Peter was doing when he picked her up. Looking at his face again for any signs of discomfort, the policewoman shook her head. <br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Stubborn son of a bitch"</span>, she muttered softly. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I don't want to be blamed for any further damage, you know."</span></div>