Rationally, she knows he means well, but Alice is still feeling a little out of it from one of her medications earlier this year, she's not sure which one. She answers his offer by pulling her rabbit closer. Childish aversion isn't really much of an answer, yet it does well for those slight seconds just his presence almost knocked her little, lithe self over.

"That's fine," She hasn't spoken that much, if at all the last few months she was there in the hospital. Alice just reluctantly offers her tea, with her head low. It's an odd display, how she shuffles in her stance before, yes, a corner seat sounds nice, she can huddle in a corner and keep an eye on her surrounds like the overly vigilant girl she is. "Fine enough." Just as long as she can keep the old rabbit in her arms.