Alice watches from the corner of her eye, frozen somewhere between startled rabbit and trying not to startle a rabbit.

Penitence pats the machine. She inches back. Penitence mumbles in wonder. Alice inches further—

(Give the walking history lesson a little privacy.)

Another step, and she's free. Totally. Totally free, provided she doesn't trip on the train of a fucking pilgrim dress and fall ass-over-teakettle onto the floor. So obviously, that's exactly what she does, yelp and all.