The swift summer wind blew the smell of the ocean's salt across the London Harbor as the young monstrumologist made her way off of her boat. It appeared the Queen had requested for her service, for there was something she had to keep secret from her guard dog and spider, since they were unable to fill the request for which she was given.
It wasn't a first time this happened, but she had been warned that a man might interfere in her work, and if that be the case, then Alice would have to lie her way through. For now, she didn't worry, as she grabbed her bags and settled them down onto the ground, looking around the busy streets to try and find someone to help her with her bags. Seeing no one available, the girl just stood there, looking like a misfit with her bags being two times bigger then she. Hopefully someone would help her soon enough or else she would have to spend her night on the streets...again...