Lexine sat forward in her chair, looking over the grand assortment of food they'd been gifted one last time. Just as she'd been walking in, she still wasn't hungry. The others around the table continued the chain of introduction, and between bouts of vying with her lack of an appetite she took in what she could about the others. Elizabeth and Noah were still some sort of enigmatic to her, although she was getting tired of repeating to herself that this kind of work took all sorts. Haruka Taiyo, on the other hand, explained her being with such an encouraging radiance that it almost entirely slipped Lexine's mind that she was regarding a dog-eared martial artist who was here to play the information market. Every fiber of her being told her to doubt and disbelieve a cover given so freely, but she couldn't. Haruka was just like Al in that regard, she realized. The two of them were so fully earnest that she could only accept such cheery people had ended up on the same path as the rest of them. As long as she didn't have to listen to too much of it, she could even continue to appreciate their light. A slight smile crossed Lexine's face as she stood up and away from the table. It was time for her to get moving. Her knees stung as she went to her feet, but they'd acclimate quickly. If nothing else, the kid was starting to ask too many questions, and she could get going while they were still being directed to Haruka.
"That's good," she said after Haruka's offer to Noah. "We're all a team now, so the same goes for me." She looked over her shoulder, back at the now emptied throne room. Alec hadn't left them a guide or a guard, which surely meant they were only being watched in secret. As she turned back around, her eyes went over the others present. Settling on Al and Haruka to let them know she was referring to them as well. "If any trouble starts up, come find me." Her smile continuing, Lexine made to walk off before anything else happened. She'd had a couple minutes to sit and recollect herself, there were a few things that needed to be taken care of before she left. Anything to carry their baggage was out of the question at that point, but now that fighting was assuredly ahead of them she'd need a set of gloves. All of hers were still sitting in some hotel somewhere, unused and pretty much useless in the Grisian climate anyway. As soon as she was free of the castle, she turned towards the marketplace and set off with head hung low and hands buried in her coat. With any luck, the others could finish their business at the keep without and she could resupply without incident. That was a futile hope, she knew. Half of them were troublemakers and she herself could have been the worst, as not merely a thug, but a thug with bad luck.