Alice punched Spence in the shoulder. She couldn't help it, it was instinctive. Then she looked at Nancy, who had decided to formulate some sort of plan; of course, she called her one of the 'Terminator types'. That cause Alice to roll her eyes. "I'm not afraid of a kid with a knife, so he can keep it. He'll probably need it anyway." She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway.