Alice smiles. She wonders if he's trying to intimidate her, or if mentioning monsters was simply to see her reaction; it could be a mix of both. Terribly efficient, killing two birds with one stone like that. She can respect efficiency. It's something like what she's doing right now, really- searching for information but enjoying herself along the way, and perhaps investigating him. He's interesting as few people are to her- there is a lack about him, an emptiness which she finds rather compelling. She doesn't imagine her interest will last- it waxes and wanes, in almost all circumstances goes away when she has taken someone apart and worked out how they tick (--metaphorically, almost always)- but while it does, she'll indulge it.

"Why don't you tell me," she muses, "about the very start of the flood of monsters in Kavadry. What you saw and what it was like, being there."