Alisha moves out of the way when Monica has the hot tray of baked goods in her hands. Even if she's a safe distance away, she still moves. Monica's movements are new to Alisha; she doesn't know her habits, or where she prefers to stand, or what she likes to do, so she finds herself a little jumpy, a little too eager to move to the left when she should be swaying to the right.

Some part of Alisha honestly hopes they get along. While she wants to pretend this place is a nightmare, the people in it are proving to be a challenge to that desired perception.

"You're new? What do you mean you're new to everything?" she cocks her brow as she asks, a small smile on her face. Monica knows how to use an oven; Alisha takes that little display of capability for granted. She's met people from different versions of Earth, but none have ever been too foreign to the things or words or ideas thrown around them.