She's easily coaxed over, not putting up a fight at all. It's mostly since she trusts Crowley so much, really - if it were certain other people, Alice would have fought to get away from them like a feral cat. But Crowley wouldn't hurt her. See, he's already telling her that they'll leave, that they'll get away from the fire.

.. and they do, somehow. Alice doesn't know how, but also doesn't care enough to question it. What matters is that they're no longer in the train - or so she thinks, anyway - and there's no inferno about to catch up with them, slowly spreading through the carriages.

Not that it makes Alice's panic subside immediately. It still seems like she's trying to regain her breath, a hand moving up to place itself against her forehead. She feels so faint.

"Are we.. Are we safe here..?"