[ The wind can go fuck itself. It has no business being so strong when it's already so cold out here.

At least Julia is okay. Alice sighs, a little of the tension leaving her frame, even when the memories from that little adventure come back to her. ]

That feels like forever ago.

[ Apparently, her brain remembers that she went through the fake Library thing eighteen times before George Ball decided he'd had enough of the painless way.

Crossing her arms, Alice tucks her hands between her arms and her middle, her right hand gripping the fabric of her top tight, hidden from view. The cold is good cover. ]

Yeah. I've just... I'm from later in the timeline than you.

[ Which would be weird if she hadn't witnessed that time-share spell Mayakovsky came up with, and if she didn't remember traveling backwards through time as a niffin. Time travel is a lot to think about, and people being plucked from different points of the same timeline is simple by comparison. ]

I was gonna try walking the opposite way on the path. Maybe there's shelter somewhere.