Alice did not look surprised that Davies had gotten kicked out of his flat, namely because she wasn't. She had been surprised he had even gotten it in the first place. "Has he ever been for anything else?" she said with a laugh, her tone more playful than anything else. She knew that Freddie and Davies were friends, and even if she didn't adore Davies, that didn't mean she had to be intentionally malicious.
"Oh, yep." She said, turning in. She stopped for a minute to inspect the room, and no matter what her feelings, she turned to him with an approving smile. She watched pleasantly as he set up the floor for them, and as soon as her cushion was down, she politely took a seat. "I suppose we do," she said, not able to look at him as she did so, fiddling with her finger nails. She looked for something to remark on. "I came of age," she said softly, "and I still have kept from killing Mairead."