She already did wish the Scarecrow was still here. Her arms flailed wildly as she tried to stop him from touching her. It felt weird with the minimal sensation, she'd describe it as feeling like an octopus.

"Don't touch me! The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. Edgar Allen Poe."

Alice had taken to quoting Poe since that fateful night Hush made an appearance.