Alice didn't konw she was mad. Of course, she was living twenty or more years in the past, so it wasn't something she could conceive of even when she was lucid. Well, lucid for her.
She did know that things jumped, sometimes, and things went wonky, but she didn't know this and sometimes didn't even realize it.
She cradled the picture like a priceless artifact. It helped, at least for the moment, though whether such a thing would help at times in the future was something that no one could know.
The suspicion leaked from her again at the proof of the ring. Of course, a Longbottom... family... she didn't know all the Longbottoms, after all. "O-Okay," she said on the end of a sigh. "Does Frank help his mother with Neville?" she asked almost wistfully after a moment, hoping that her little baby had at least the comfort of his father at times. Frank was such a good father.