Alice was stepping back into the Velvet Room from the cognitive Tokyo when she notices that there's someone that looks an awful lot like Ann's friend Kurusu. Haru had already given her a little bit of the rundown when she got here, so it's probably not her Kurusu. She straightens her leather jacket and brushes her skirt off. Her fingerless gloves enter her vision as she taps him on the shoulder.

"Lost?" She asks him politely, given that he does indeed, look pretty bewildered.