Alice didn't recognize the girl's face, but that didn't exactly set off warning signs in her head. She scarcely remembered anyone that wasn't her Mistress or her Mistress' closest kin. She smiled sheepishly, looking down at the ground.
"Gosh, I live here, and I still got turned around," she admitted, her voice still slightly hoarse from the cold she'd been fostering. "I was, well, my plants, you see. Well, they aren't exactly mine. I think they technically belong to Miss Laura, but I was going to look at the damages to them after the snow came. It's my job, you see. I just got... I got turned around, I think. Again." The last time it had happened, she'd run into Stiles in the laundry room.