Alice tensed. The last person who had touched her had been her father. Right before the guards had shot him. Trembling a bit at the memory, she tightened her grip around her legs and tried listening to his words rather than lose herself in the memories that assaulted her.
Wait. Angela was... here? But how? Where was here? These questions, and so many more, flooded the girl's mind once Noah's words registered. Her brow furrowed, gaze wary and laced with suspicion and no small amount of confusion as she studied him. What did he mean, they didn't know how to leave?
"I'd... like to go see her, please," she finally spoke, voice hesitant and quiet. Contemplative. If this was a trick - which Alice knew it might very well be - she'd do better if she wasn't near a building that she could all but flatten with gale-force winds. There was a much smaller chance of her harming herself in an effort to get away if they were moving, out in the open.
And if it wasn't a trick... well, Alice didn't dare let her hopes get too high. She wasn't sure her heart could survive anymore breaking. Although almost as a sign of good faith, or perhaps a subconscious act born from an overwhelming desire that he was telling the truth, Alice glanced toward the storm clouds that surrounded them and willed the weather to once again return to the bright, peaceful calm it had been before her arrival.