You, the girl, are a rival of Alice's from long ago. You look at her now barely remembering her as your body leaks your silk from everywhere imaginable at this rate you'll be entombed in it to be digested later by some starving scavenger. Unless... you can pass the curse on that befell you. You tilt your head looking at Alice more intently, you always hated her and now would be the perfect time to exact your revenge, even if the sheer chance of it might own in your own demise. At least you tried?
Alice noticed to looking at her intently and stares you down, giving the proclamation she intends to hold her own, and doesn't care that you're in her territory.
In the softest voice you can muster, you utter a, "Please won't you help me?" and look completely demure and as harmless as you can. Using your spider legs to thread and web your silk to try and move the action looking like a complicated but graceful dance. Your pink eyes glittering. "There is something wrong with me, and I don't know what." unshed tears occupy your eyes, brimming to threaten to fall over.
"Will you help me?" you ask again waiting on Alice's reply as it seems she just stares endless with an intimidating glower.