Alice laughs, clear and open like a bell, and takes both of Natasha's hands and twines their fingers together. It's obvious she's very practiced at touching humans, there's no hesitation about pressure, it's never too much or too little. If not for her skin temperature, still chilly from the outside air, she'd seem almost normal. But there's always something a little bit other about Alice, something the students at Forks High had noticed right away and it had made them keep their distance. While Jasper can devote his whole undivided attention rather intensely at someone, Alice seems to always be distantly listening for something.

"Let me tell you what I saw now," she says in the gently reassuring voice she uses for people who aren't accustomed yet to her visions. "My visions aren't very extensive, they're more like snapshots or little time-lapse videos of the future. I see images, impressions. And as soon as Jasper made the decision to stay behind, I had a vision of you, with a tiny crossbow, shooting a squirrel." She glances to the side, staring into space as she always does when she's either getting a vision or relating one she's had. "Emptying its blood into a coffee mug. A pile of trees, big birch trees, sitting near a cabin, and then a pile of firewood taller than the cabin roof. You and Jasper sitting by the fire that he'd built for you."

She blinks and looks back at Natasha and smiles, and maybe it seems frightening that it's so immediate, but there is a lot of affection in that smile. "And I saw us. You and me, not here, but in Calgary, where Carlisle took us." A giggle. "You have me tucked inside your jacket. You know that isn't going to do anything, it will just make you cold, but it's very sweet."