[It all happens so fast that it takes Alice's mind a few moments to catch up. One moment she locks eyes with a man who is clearly running from something, and the next he's sitting across from her trying to play it smooth. As subtly as she can manage, she looks back to where he was running from.]
Is... is everything all right?
[It's a question sincerely asked. The man seems well-to-do enough, well dressed and put together despite the remaining dishevelment brought on by his running. While it doesn't rule anything out on its own, it makes her think he isn't a pickpocket who's been caught or anything of the like. He has an instrument of some kind (or at least, is carrying a case for an intstrument of some kind), so perhaps he's a musician run afoul of someone's temper?
Ultimately, she simply doesn't know enough to make any judgments just yet. But on a purely human level, she's concerned for him.]
me tooooooo, it's all good!
Is... is everything all right?
[It's a question sincerely asked. The man seems well-to-do enough, well dressed and put together despite the remaining dishevelment brought on by his running. While it doesn't rule anything out on its own, it makes her think he isn't a pickpocket who's been caught or anything of the like. He has an instrument of some kind (or at least, is carrying a case for an intstrument of some kind), so perhaps he's a musician run afoul of someone's temper?
Ultimately, she simply doesn't know enough to make any judgments just yet. But on a purely human level, she's concerned for him.]