"Thanks," Lexine said, and fell in alongside Elizabeth. For her part, she kept quiet and tailed along as the other woman searched through the market. She didn't really need any more provisions than what she was carrying, and no amount that she could carry would equal the amount they would, by logic, require to safely reach their destination. Problems for another time, she decided, as the same problem had not yet managed to halt her progress across the continent.
"Yeah, that's right," she said, answering Elizabeth's question in a similarly soft tone. She was surprisingly unperturbed by the question, as a matter of fact she found herself appreciating her conversation partner's choice of words. Whatever that said about Elizabeth, she decided not to think too deeply about out of consideration. "Well, their investment was just me, so it can't be too important." She was trying her best to be lighthearted and make humor, but the same sentiment had been her serious conclusion about her task. She never quite found what she was looking for, even as Elizabeth stocked up. It felt good to know that even if Cross fell through on his word entirely, a few of them would still be carrying supplies. Naturally, she'd still have to strike out on her own to find someone selling gloves that met her taste. They weren't for warmth, but to numb the sensations that came from her pained hands. Thin gloves like she preferred were of little worth to the natives of Vulture's Roost. She had been just about to answer Elizabeth's second question when someone else cut in to their conversation.
Her head turned in time with Elizabeth, looking in the direction of the shadowed stranger. The yellowed tone of their attire stood out even in the dim light of the alleyway. What a familiar sight, she reflected for a moment. Even blanketed in snow, the sight of a filthy inner city alleyway never changed. She turned her body to face the newcomer, answering the female voice with silence as she looked the hooded figure up and down, one eye closed. Only after a few tense seconds passed between the trio did she realize that Elizabeth was deferring to her. 
"Not much else for us to be. You the welcoming committee?" She spoke curtly, replacing her hands in her coat's pockets and taking a step forward. It didn't afford her a better look at the interloper the way she had hoped, but she stood her ground. Internally, she ran down the list of possibilities, and actually found herself hoping they had made contact with the city's criminals, they would probably prove more useful than Cross had been.