Alice's eyes roamed the halls of the estate, roaming over the people milling about. She noticed the shackles and the many people in preparation for the night. She walked behind Laura, just that one step, her hands clasping in front of her as she took in everything. Or tried to. She'd be able to tell when morning came. They eventually came to a back room, one where a brand was being prepared.
"Oh," was her simple remark when Laura revealed that she was to be marked with a brand. For information that might've been extremely alarming, the girl seemed entirely unconcerned as only a mild frown crossed her lips. She assumed it would hurt, but pain was something that passed most of the time. If she belonged to someone, than a brand would make sense. It was more permanent than a collar. She looked back at Laura, seemingly unphased. "I might need something to bite on so that I don't shout too loudly. It's supposed to hurt, right?"