Alice doesn't like the idea of heading in there at all. Her last train ride wasn't exactly pleasant, after all, and the idea of being in a confined space still doesn't sit too right with her. But some feeling within her, seemingly bigger than her, forces her feet to move on their own anyway as she starts to head towards the vehicle.

"Open at all hours? Do you mean to imply there is that much food to go around?" Judging by Alice's tone of voice, this seems an extremely unlikely concept to her.