Alice's hand met her own, being careful to give a firm handshake but not one that could injure. For the first time since she had sat down with 'Mr. Johnson' she gave a smile, nodding lightly. "A pleasure miss Sa'ortra. And yes, I would like to leave as soon as possible. Perhaps we can talk on the way there?" She inquired, wishing to be as far away from that stall as she could get.<br/><br/>Her eyes could not help but glance up and down her interesting body, eyes lingering on her plainly metal legs. It was certainly a fashion statement, but with the air that came with her it simply seemed to make sense. The artwork hammered the point home as well, and the overall look told a distinctly different story than her own.<br/><br/>Alice was a bit more tomboyish in appearance, her raven hair just barely sliding over her ears. Though she wasn't wearing it, the black leather jacket beside her was heavier than normal, and was not exactly feminine in how it covered her body. A grey tank-top that did not quite cover her entire stomach led eyes down toward near skin tight brown pants, more flexible than they looked. Alice's ensemble finished in heavy boots that looked more suited for a marine than a civilian, but they could have come from anywhere after all. Her body was also more slender than Sa'ortra's, slightly smaller breasts and a more limber body overall. Having a strict workout tended to keep everything close to her body, for better or for worse, but in the end she was still a very attractive woman.<br/><br/>"Shall we?" She asked as she stood up, tossing a glare to the Johnson before taking a few steps, waiting for her. Though she did keep what she had said in mind. The question was what kind of Shadow Name would she want?<br/>