[It's a fair question, but for some reason, it still irritates Alice. Maybe it's because he reminds her of Giallon.]

Out of all the junk that was in my pockets when I woke up, the chocolate makes the least sense. Everyone else has a gadget and one of those gems; only the candy doesn't fit the pattern. [She glares at the wrapper. Exactly half of the bar is gone, as if someone left part of it for her.] What kind of loser would even bother messing with me like this?