Worry flashes for a few, noticeable moments over Alice's face. Their defeat at the hands of the Navy was troubling enough without the reminder of Rikka blacking out, but... she was fine, right? She has to learn not to dwell upon those things.

Or things like the beach. She knows exactly what Rikka means there, and it starts to bring forth images she had been trying to lock away before she forces herself mentally to do just that. Then, her smile returns, and she leans over a bit, tilting the parasol so that its shadow covers the both of them at least partly.

"We have changed quite a bit, yes. But... perhaps we can start to focus a bit on the good parts of that, hm?" she asks, and then adds. "But I would love the company. You should know you almost needn't have to ask."