[h2]Alice Marlowe[/h2]

Nonchalantly, Alice took a bite of the ice-cream. Good stuff, too; she'd have to remember to come back here and try some more of the flavours in the future. Of course, that required not being splattered all over the pavement by a fellow hero. the hair that had just been attacking Irene more or less 'rolled' back, forming a thick cushion that would either slow Radical X or otherwise direct him harmlessly over her shoulder and towards the beach itself.

The detective-styled hero made no aggressive moves towards the villain as she continued to savour the minty snack, though from the lengthening cloud behind her, Alice would have something coming soon. For now, she simply continued to watch, her response to the fire being to fish around in a pocket for a packet of cigarettes.