Alicia crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing Oliver suspiciously as he began pacing. He was nervous, that much was easily seen, and she got the feeling that he was working himself up to do something he very unpleasant. What that was, she had no clue, but she hoped that he would get to that at some point in his pacing.
She nodded. The girl looking alright was a good sign; meant that she hadn’t been in a fight – recently, at least – and then it was as if Oliver finally reached that point he had been working up to.
He wanted to hide the girl here?
Alicia’s mouth dropped open slightly, both in surprise at his request and consideration of the problem they were trying to solve. Suddenly Oliver’s pacing made sense; he knew how careful she was when it came to people knowing where she lived, he wouldn’t ask this of her unless it was absolutely necessary.
“She can stay here,” she said, holding up her hand to stop him from saying anything else, and this time it was her that put a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down, to show that he didn’t need to come up with any more explanations. “Let her rest for a bit and then see if we can’t get enough Muggle money scrounged up to get her on the Eurostar, and you can get things arranged with your contacts in France?”
She gave Oliver’s arm a gentle squeeze then looked to the sofa he had just gotten up from. “All I can offer is the sofa transfigured into a bed, though.” For a moment she chewed on her lip, then asked; “How did you find her?”