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After having spent a day in the labs working on Rowan, Alphonse decided that it would be a good time to go home and prepare dinner. Having had the dog locked up in a recovery room upstairs, he leaves the building and locks the door behind him. His apron bears fresh blood stains, one of them even vaguely hand-shaped.

Looking ahead of him, he sees the vague outline of a woman in the distance. "Alva...?" Moreau calls, sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose and approaching her.

There's only one woman on this island, right?

...wait. That's not Alva.

That's not Alva at all.

Alphonse stops in his tracks, hesitantly holding up a hand with his index finger raised. Furrowing his brows in confusion, he opens his mouth to speak.

"Woman," he barks, an annoyed and confused tone in his voice, "how did you get here? I don't remember ever seeing you off the boat, and you're not the Norsewoman. Explain yourself."

He honestly hoped this wasn't another stubborn tart. Maybe it was one of the new arrivals' wives that had stowed away?

At least she doesn't carry a cropwhip with her at all times.

Alphonse squints, turning his head slightly off to the side. He's damned confused, but at least she seems to be polite. "I could have sworn I had corresponded with a man when we were writing," he says, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"I... I see." He shoves a hand into his pocket, the other holding on to the wire frame of his glasses. While he had a mind to scream at her for being a woman, he held his tongue -- after all, she had been rather polite and obedient when she got off the boat, like a good woman should.

"While this is the second time I have been decieved by a woman to work with me on this project, you have left a good impression on me so it would be impolite for me to chastize you for it," he shrugs. "Very well."

Alphonse nods, listening and stroking his beard in thought. "Ah, I see," he says, his expression neutral. "How noble of you to carry on his spirit and work... I take it you are his widow, then?" He bows his head, putting his arms behind his back.

"I am sorry for your loss. I hope you will be able to do the late Mr. Dawes and his work some justice." He looks up, offering a small smile. "What you are doing is very respectable. You likely would not be able to get away with such things in England -- I'm a man and I couldn't -- so be glad that you are here."

He should introduce Chris to Alva later. Maybe that will show the harlot what a real woman acts like.

A little politeness can go a long way with Alphonse, and it shows. "Well, do remember that you are always welcome here," he says, nodding, "I hope you find your life on the island to be a very enriching learning experience."

"I like you, Ms. Dawes. You know your place and I respect that quality in a woman." He extends a hand with the intent to shake, smiling.

"Oh, you shall, I assure you," the man promises, offering a firm handshake. "This experiment will be the likes of which the scientific community has never seen before. It was too revolutionary for England, see, so that is why I took it to a private island."

Once the handshake finishes, Alphonse takes a step back and half-bows. "Well, Ms. Dawes, I should go home to prepare myself some dinner as it has been a long day of work, but it was pleasant to meet and speak with you. Do have a good evening, take care and God bless." He straightens up, waving his hand and departing towards the small house between the boarding house and the laboratory building.