Lexine locked eyes with the woman who had been examining her as she walked. She hadn't even made it into the market before getting roped into something she wanted nothing to do with. The short, blonde woman standing by the entrance way was the keeper of the frail looking kid in their group. Elizabeth, she had called herself, and as the distance between them lessened she asked Lexine about her own name. Lexine came to stop, planting her feet on the snow covered cobblestones and taking a moment to look around. After her eyes swept her surroundings, they settled on Elizabeth and her discolored eye slid shut. As the hazy, dancing silhouette faded from her competent vision, the other woman's features slowly became more clear to her. She tried to commit them to memory a little more in the few seconds it took her to reply.
"Yeah, figured it's our last chance to pick up gear," she said. The way the other woman had worded it, she was also shopping. Not that there were many other reasons to be in a marketplace, though. "I guess this is good fortune. Do you mind if I come with you, Elizabeth? Not quite sure how much I trust Cross, yet." There was that, and on the off chance that Elizabeth Tosli was someone she wanted to keep her eyes on, she was doing so. The kid had been doing most of the duo's talking so far. If there was anyone in the group whose company Lexine was going to find entirely agreeable, it was that boy's quiet caretaker. As she reopened her eye, she glanced ahead into the marketplace. Even in such a remote place, what awaited was the sort of busy, people filled place she feared and loathed. Anyone, or perhaps anything, could lay in wait in such a place, and for that she felt better about seeking company.