Alice looked at the newcomer curiously. Normally, the fact that he was a mouse would have been enough reason for bafflement, but it was what he was wearing that threw her off. Certainly, it was the uniform of those in the Organization, but that would hardly make sense if he was here trying to help this creature, would it?

He didn't accept the meta essence, which was fine, she supposed, though not terribly clever. He was bound to be in a bit more pain. Alice sighed. She really thought it unnecessary for creatures like this to even voluntarily refuse aid. Without a word, she held her hand up, and the essence became absorbed into creatures body. It (he?) could be mad her later. She was in the process of removing the projectile embedded in his chest. That couldn't have felt good.

"You," Alice said to Mickey, not taking her eyes off the creature. "You come to aid him, but you are very suspicious. Why are you wearing the cloak of the oppressors in this world? I can't imagine you are working with them, but if that is so, I would be careful. You don't want to be mistaken for one and get attacked. It's clear one of these persons hurt 'Keelsing,' for amusement it seems."

Alice stepped back. "Now, how to remove this fake colour on you..."

She was interrupted, however, by a strange looking character, who seemed to descend on them. Alice looked up, irritated. Did he think they were hurting this creature. "Oh, do be quiet," she said, turning back to 'Keelsing.' "Look at this creature. Do you really think it would take two of us to do this? Besides, you hardly see me with a cloak on, do you?"

Honestly. Some people were just unobservant. Still, the name the creature said: Larxene, was it? She'd heard it before. In fact, she'd SPOKEN to that person too. So. Now she had a face for this act. It was only a matter of tracking her down. That could be managed.