Costin
At first, he struggled fearfully, likely scared of what would happen to him. Even the others who were so quick to laugh along with his drunken jest did not dare speak up, as cowardly as rats burrowed in their lonely holes until the bitter end. But the mutated man's eyes filled with tears as he was held by the woman he disgraced. It seemed inadvertently, Costin did help a lot.
Because what she saved that man from was concrete and real in his mind and heart, he couldn't reject her any longer. He just sobbed in her arms, repeating 'thank you' over and over again in soft whimpers. It was a basic psychology tactic, call it the carrot and the stick or the good cop/bad cop, but it proved extremely effective among the masses or something.
Costin didn't really care about any of that, had it not been for her she'd have probably done much worse. Stage was hers though, it would be rude not to follow her request, and very unladylike!
But suddenly, something unexpected happened in response to her words. The masses rushed and scrambled all over, the sickly and the wounded, the deformed and the ugly. Everyone wished for her blessing, to be saved. The elderly and the sick were the first to be trampled, then some began to fight, trying to win her favor first. Everyone sought health, and happiness, and to be the first to be touched by this new savior figure.
It was horrifying.
Well, to the holy lady probably. Costin found it pretty hilarious. Scum will always be scum, let them die like scum. Hypocrites who settled for their holes only to jump on the first act of kindness and burdening a young child instead of taking matters into their own hands did not deserve the least bit of mercy or sympathy in her eyes.
They were no more than clowns in motley to her, unfit to be called even human. She just ate some from what was supposed to be Alice's bowl and enjoyed the show. "Hey, you might wanna do something." She told her passively, kinda amused by the whole thing.