She exhales, and slowly lowers the plush rabbit a little. Even so, Alice still holds onto it, now carefully placing the thing on her lap and keeping her arms around it, as if she needs to keep it close to her for now so she's able to stay more calmed down like this.

"I am sitting here hugging a stuffed animal. It's not exactly what people my age are supposed to do." Even though she just can't let go of the creature. Sometimes it's like it still talks to her, after all. "Back home everyone thought I was odd for my obsession with my rabbit."