There was a stillness in the air Alice would have equated to walking through the Queen's keep on her second visit: quiet with an air of death that kept you on the balls of your feet. This place was nowhere near as terrifying, but deserved the same sort of caution. The uneasy state of the place she could adjust to, scaffolding she could manage, but people? They were unpredictable, the less she knew about them. A world of strange looking people with their own intentions and their own survival instincts.

So when she saw the trap, she tripped it deliberately: the string was light enough someone would overlook it, though she had to admire the ingenuity applied. The bits coming down she avoided quickly, and now she felt a little less amused, and her knife was out again, hunting for the perpetrator of the trap, ready to punish for the attempt at her life.

In the darkness, she actually trips over him in her search.

"BLOODY-" she begins, then stops. "Oh. A boy."

Well that certainly changed things.