Alice found herself with plenty of questions and worries in the institute. It was a hard transition back into the social life and before she started looking at courses, she found herself jumping at practically any loud noise outside. It made her want to crawl back into her bed and never leave it. At least now, Alice wasn't carrying around her stuffed animal, much to her own dismay.

Others would ask her what's wrong and Alice didn't want to answer that and really couldn't. The medication was barely helping; she was sure one doctor expressed great concern for the now of age Alice stepping into the real world without preparation and her "delusions" of being a witch were severe. She would try again, because that is how Alice Liddell was -- she was very stubborn and it worked in her favor. Metahuman she remembered.

She had the mind to ask about vampires and such, feeling much more comfortable with a familiar face as well as someone who was immersed in the world her family was apart of. About halfway opening the door, Alice hears his voice and nearly shrinks away, flinching at what sounded like an aggressive voice.

She stammers, peaking through the door, and decides she's far too shy to enter the room. If he looks up, Alice seems to shuffle off like a small child, gathering up her notebook close to her chest. She doesn't want to make him upset.