“Well yes, as one should be I would hope! My dear girl you look like rose that was caught in down pour thunderstorm, and we rarely ever have those!” The Mad Hatter bit his lip, as he spoke that, really he couldn’t control what he said sometimes. Though he couldn’t help but speak what he thought, and might as well say what’s on his mind instead of letting it explode like an over air pumped balloon.

Giving as sigh, as the Mad Hatter adjusted his hat, as if to say he was sorry for that outburst, but he simply couldn’t help it. He gestured to all of her, “If you ask me, I would be glad you found me, so I can help you get back on your hands and sew through! So you can be as fresh and pretty as well brewed tea.”

Now holding out an arm for Alice to take while they entered into Paixao from the gates, the Mad Hatter at least remembered what any gentleman behaved like. And felt privileged and sure he should do it for this Alice at least. “Yes well, from my own guess, there aren’t any slums, dark places certainly, but I had not encountered with a slum around here. At least I wasn’t informed of one, but I do know about City Hall being infected by darkness. One must not go there by any circumstance unless you want to be hounded by the heartless, I do suggest we avoid that place, gives me the pills.”