"You know that whole sticks and stones saying? You know, sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me," Alfred is in full grumble mode now as he picks his way through the path, finally stumbling upon the beginnings of the river. Rubbing his hands together, he looks up and down it for other survivors, before taking a few more steps. If possible he wants to warn people that she's coming.

"Alfred, I'm, Alfred," his gentlemanly instincts pop up just enough for him to hold up a branch for her to pass beneath. "Who on earth are you?"