<strong>Alice-cafe Financial District/Downtown<br/>Wednesday Night -- November 10, 2010<br/> </strong><br/><br/>Besides that one sentence muttered, she paid little attention to the two in the cafe. Her eyes stayed on her phone as she looked over the file she had taken a picture of one more time to see if she was missing something. Everyonce in a while she would reach up without really looking and grab the coffee cup getting a drink of the dark bitter liquid inside of it.  Her mind kept circling between the file and the experience that had happened to her in the elevator.<br/><br/>" no not at all." She said to the girl  as she asked if she could sit there. She doubted that she would be good company though. Her social skills seemed to be reserved for those she could get some information from, and even that was lacking since her child's death. She didn't think she had uttered more then a handfull of words to someone outside of interviews and work since then. The girl would get bored and move away eventually she thought.<br/><br/>When she mentioned the caves her intrest peeked, and she actually put her phone down. Her eyes looked the girl over.  She wondered if the cops would actually be at the caves. She didn't have a police radio with her so it could be possible that something else had happened there. That was all she need was cops and some curious kids to be trampling all over her investigation scene.<br/><br/>" I'm headed over there myself." She told her. " I'm doing an investigation for the paper.  Something  bad is going on there I think..." She said she didn't have all the evidence yet, but everything seemed to be pointing her toward the cave. " My name is Alice. I'm a reporter for the paper, and you would be?" She asked.