"That does not seem wise."

Rich words, coming from a Fool. He has the good sense to make his observation quietly from where he stands, safely out of sight of the Sentry but near enough for Alice to hear him. Standing in the shade of a nearby awning, the Fool regards her with an inscrutable look on his face. A second or two of silence--from him, at least--follows, before he lifts his eyebrows and makes an artless gesture with one hand.

"What you need is a distraction."