Alice had been wandering for quite some time, enjoying the snow, which was so much cleaner than it was in London. As usual, she had slipped out without a word, rather liking the newfound freedom she had in this place. Here, she could live as she wished and do what she wanted, and although the odd, blank citizens sometimes gave her strange looks, Alice didn't care. She was done caring about what other people thought - a scandalous viewpoint for a young Victorian woman, to be sure, but Alice felt she had more than earned it, after the hell she'd gone through.

Adjusting the black gloves she wore and lifting the hood of her cloak (it made little sense to go out in the cold unprepared), she paused when she thought she heard a small voice. in the snow. What's more, it sounded rather cold. The woman curiously made her way over to the apparent source - a mouse traveling with a dog. What's more, the mouse was quite well-dressed, especially for a mouse. Well, she'd seen stranger things in Wonderland. "You look rather unfortunate," she commented. "I doubt the two of you are doing well out here."