A slew of looks had been fired around the group almost as soon as they had gathered. She added her own to the mix in turning her head back at the woman who arrived after her. She looked every bit the part of a foreigner trekking through Gris, which was to say there wasn't much to see other than a big warm cloak. Satisfied with only the knowledge that the other person was there, she returned to her idling. It was only natural to make note of new arrivals, only prudent in such a violent world, but Lexine wondered what the split was between assessment and acknowledgment with this crowd. She didn't bother returning any glances or trying to make eye contact. It would have been nice to break the group's silence that way and force an interaction out of someone, anything for answers, but her gut told her to keep quiet. 

Fortune smiled on her, as the youth at the head of the group turned to address the rest of them. Tikkis, he said. [i]I've been pronouncing it wrong[/i]. She made note of how to properly say the man's name, all the while aware that there was no point trying to act local with her appearance. 
"Only excerpts, unfortunately," she said, adding her reply after the man with the book and feeling a tad under prepared. 
She was representing the interests of someone else and had expected to find similarly prepared research parties. If not the rest of these eccentric picks - [i]I'm here too, I guess[/i] - the man sitting near her was the genuine article, someone with more than a passing interest in the arcane ramblings within 'The Abnormal.' Suddenly, she wanted to know more. She didn't go on, instead adopting silence and waiting for the rest of the party's answers. Were they also similarly invested? It wasn't that she felt unworthy, she felt unknowledgeable which was a far more dangerous thing to be in work like this. With the exception of the male duo towards the front, no one here had an overtly martial presence, but outside the bounds of civilization murder came more often out of passion than orders. As far as she knew they had nothing to compete over in the search for knowledge, but people could be fickle with secrets and if it wasn't ideology that got to them it would be running out of food in a few days. She had done her part to prevent that eventuality but no matter how burdened anyone present was with supplies they did not have a baggage train and that was final. It was unlikely that such a thing could go much further north, though. Shifting uncomfortably on strained legs, she sighed at the back of the group. It would have been so easy to form a team around a carriage. For the time being, she had only to listen to the other's answers. Spurred by a newfound desire to know more, she found herself casting her sight around the group once more. The woman and the kid had to be another personal interest, there were few reasons to drag a scrawny looking boy through all this and none of it sounded like professional work. That left the woman behind her and the other duo, who were just the right level of inconspicuous. Between being like her and being like the man with the staff, she had to place them in the former camp, and thus suspect them.