Later that morning Throttle found himself admiring Alice's spunk. Here the girl was, wounded, in the company of three alien mice (all male) and she was taking it all in stride without the slightest bit of fear.

Well okay, maybe it wasn't exactly spunk. In fact it sort of straddled the line of stupid and lacking common sense. God knew that he'd be damn near climbing the walls if he were in her place right this moment.

He watched her eye the food that Modo had just placed in front of her with a slight look of suspicion and felt his lips curve up at the corners a little bit as he took a sip of his fifth cup of coffee.

Ah. Maybe she isn't so lacking in common sense after all. He mused as she politely asked Modo to eat three big bites to make sure that the food hadn't been tampered with.

Modo had at first looked at her like she was deranged, but had seemed to grasp the why's of her actions easily enough and took a fork and did as she asked then upon finishing set his fork down and crossed his arms over his chest and gave her an 'I dare you to refuse' sort of look that prompted her to pick up her fork and take a few experimental bites before putting her fork down again and quietly pushing the plate away.

Modo looked at Throttle, a peculiar expression on his face and Throttle could sense that his older brother was worried about the woman. A few bites of food here and there was not enough to keep one alive for long.

Especially when Alice was already so very frightfully thin.

Throttle remained quiet for a moment or so and used the back of his hand to push her plate back towards her. Earning a puzzled frown from her before he growled. "For gods sake woman, eat something before you drive us mad."

Alice gave him a narrow eyed look and asked in a curious tone. "Why?"

"Because you look like a good wind could carry you off." Modo said then jerked and hissed as he slowly turned his head to look at his younger brother. Had he just kicked him under the table?

"Because you don't look like you're very healthy-" Throttle said as he flexed his toes in his shoe to make sure that he hadn't broken them on Modo's shin when he had kicked him. "So please, eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"You're practically skin and bones. Eat it anyways." Throttle said. Alice glared at him defiantly and he sighed.

"Do I have to feed you myself?" He asked as he pushed his coffee cup aside and shifted his chair around a little bit as his tail snaked out and wrapped around one of the legs of her chair and pulled it around the corner of the table.

Startling the woman if the sudden look of surprise was any indication at all as he dragged her chair into place in front of him and picked up her fork and the plate and then speared some eggs and held the fork out to her.

She recovered faster than he expected her too and thinned her lips. God she was adorable when she was being stubborn. Throttle thought before ruthlessly pushing the insane thought aside as he sort of wiggled the fork, hoping to entice her to eat.

It didn't work. But at least he can say that he tried before he lost his patience and grabbed her and used his finger tips to squeeze her jaw until she opened her mouth. At which point he shoved the fork and the food into her mouth before removing his hand.

"There now-" Throttle aid as he pulled the fork out of her mouth and speared a few more things on it and caught Modo gaping at him in horror from across the table. Throttle scowled at him for a moment as he continued to speak.

"That wasn't so bad. Now, choke down a few more bites and then you can-" Throttle turned back to Alice and paused for a second at the furious expression on her face a second before her hand shot out and her fist caught him right in the nose, knocking him back out of his chair. Modo turned his head to gape at her and made a strangled sound as Throttle rubbed his sore nose and looked at Alice over the top of his hand and frowned.

Well if that wasn't a huge 'go fuck yourself' he didn't know what was. It was obvious to him that Alice was no weak simpering miss. In fact he felt more than a little bit of pride in her for knocking him on his ass. "Alright. You don't want to eat. I get it-" Throttle said as he picked himself up off of the floor. Making her think that she'd defeated him with that puny little punch when all he was doing was biding his time till lunch.

Then the battle of wills would begin anew.