Alice refrained from sighing, or any other expression of emotion in front of this particular individual. Her left hand tentatively held the tea for its warmth, pressing her living flesh against it. Her other arm was stretched out on the table in front of her, palm up. Those fingers slowly curled and uncurled, her dark green eyes watching each digit carefully. If she focused hard enough, she could feel the soft whirring under the synthetic flesh.  It was only then did her arm feel foreign to her. Whenever she broke concentration, she could swear it was still the arm she had but a month before. It looked identical in shape in size, with only a few differences that could be looked over easily enough.<br/><br/>Shifting to hold the cup with both hands, she looked up to meet his eyes. One punch. That would be all it took to make her feel better. "Something in the air is making it taste bitter, it's a funny thing really." She replied with a biting smile. Just because she was in his debt did not mean they had to play nice. But even she knew there were lines that could not be crossed.<br/><br/>Leaning back in her seat she turned her attention to the crowds beyond. "When will the next one be arriving?" She inquired, sick of the waiting. If it wasn't for the debt she could be relaxing until her next job, not stuck here like a caged animal. Even if there were no bars, if she tried to leave she would be in a world of trouble.