Alcina has many faults (and atrocities) attributed to her name, but at least isn't Jin's father. It's evidence that things could always, always be worse.

When the Wakers approach, her own bag is thrust into her hands. Alcina is about to demand an explanation, but they're already gone, off to help the other poor washed up souls.

Her lips purse in disapproval, but she decides to see just what's been given her.

The bag itself is innocuous enough; a fancy black silk clutch with pale gold embroidery depicting the crest of house Demitrescu. With an irritated huff (there only seems to be more questions than answers), she flips it open to find it contains her preferred cosmetics, her silver cigarette case, lighter, and...

Her jaw tightens as she gently removes the broach of three black roses, staring at it with the sort of blank expression of someone doing their damnedest to maintain their composure.

Wordlessly, she pins it to her robe right over her heart.

"What were you saying, young man?" she asks sharply, closing the clutch. "Before they showed up bearing yet more mysteries."