Mad Hatter

Cheshire: What happened that day was not my fault. Hatter: A mad glint in his eye No? Because I distinctly recall it was you who was supposed to be protecting her! Ye bloody feartie! As he yells, his Scottish brogue becomes more pronounced Cheshire: Ears going back and looking nervous Alice: Puts her hand on Hatters arm gently Hatter! I'm fine. Hatter: Visibly calms down But you might not have been, you know.