Duncan watched Alice with an expressionless face, as if he were looking at an idiot.
The historical echo in his mind had not yet completely dissipated, the calm yet penetrating gaze of the Frost Queen from half a century ago still occupied his mind—but this residual image, which should have provoked a flurry of thoughts, now ran smack into Alice, the idiotic doll, shattering into pieces and gradually transforming into a farcical figure amidst her "bobbling" head movement.
After staring for a long time, Duncan finally couldn't help himself, "...What are you doing?"
"Ah! Captain!" Only then did Alice belatedly realize, and she quickly propped up her head to look at Duncan, "Oh, I always felt like there were a few strands of hair caught inside my neck joint..."
Duncan, expressionless, "If you keep pulling at it, you'll have to come up with a new name for the new hair."
"I've already thought of one! If they fall out, I'll call them the Williams family..."