Alice smiled slightly as she entered the TV room, trying to maintain a scowl on her face as she directed her semi-harsh words at the guide beside her. The actual expression, however, was greatly overshadowed by her generally good mood which shone through her sightless eyes even when her mouth was twisted down in a disappointed expression.
"I promise you, Dexter, the next time you try that trick with the treats again you won't get any more for at least a month," she spoke in a tone to the dog that indicated she would make good on her word, although the truth was that she spoiled the Labrador too much for his own good. "Besides," she added humorously, "You're getting fat." The dog seemed to respond in turn to her words with a small, indignant whine as Alice took a seat on one of the empty couches where Dexter had lead her, sinking into the cushions. She laughed at the sound, giving the canine a rub between his ears as Dexter wagged his tail and started to pant. Alice noticed the presence of more people in the room, and although she knew basically everyone by voice, it still frustrated her that she couldn't read the auras of the living as well as the dead. "So, is this really the only thing on?" Alice asked the currently nameless crowd, cracking a small, shy smile at her own joke in lame attempt to add a bit more of a happy mood to the room as she usually tried to do. Sure, it didn't always work, but Alice hated feeling sad auras around her and not doing anything about it; and even though the slight hints of feelings around her were not necessarily sad, they weren't all that happy either.