He's not the only one looking rough, Alina having settled against a wall on the ground. Her face is dirty, the brown fur-trimmed cloak pulled tightly around her -- a peek of burgundy showing when she shifts to a standing position once he starts rambling.

Her expression softens, an offer to shoot someone in the foot her usual go-to when it comes to comfort while trying to keep things from becoming too heavy.

"It's alright... And I am. Though I fear such hopes might be a waste. It's perhaps for the best he isn't here."

Not with Aleksander here with her. Better to keep Mal safe and to feel alone now than selfishly have him by her side only for him to continue to weather the Darkling's anger.

"I take it you haven't been here long, either."