[b] Alice [/b] 

As she followed Death across the city, Alice had to pace herself. He was stronger, bigger, taller, and faster than she. A few times she muttered for him to slow for her to catch up, but he didn't seem to hear - or at least he heard and didn't care. When they reached the destination, she put her hands on her knees and huffed, catching her runaway breaths. "This is too far. I can't hit a 1000 meters. Not even I'm that good." 

She breathed out a laugh and shook her head, sitting down. She listened as Death relayed orders back to HQ, and then zoned back out into his own world. Alice was patient in mind, but her body didn't fully agree with that mental strength. Her fingers often twitched... a sign of her past as an addict... she still had those habbits, after over a year of recovery. She stilled brushed the bridge of her nose and scratched her jaw and tapped her foot. It wasn't her anxiety, it was the opposite. She'd become so accustomed to the feeling of the movements that they made her feel comfortable. So she did just what she needed to do; she sat and waited.