If she had obeyed her instincts, Lexine would have been walking away as soon as the bizarre woman said 'somewhat.' Her involvement and curiosity were over at that point, and she didn't see any benefits in standing around waiting to get jumped while their freak friend in the yellow cloak gave them the runaround. Her feet turned, grinding her heels into the snow as she unconsciously pulled away from the conversation. She couldn't leave, though. Her eyes fell to the woman next to her, Elizabeth, as she traded words with their visitor. Dragging away a woman who walked with a cane seemed like a poor decision, and unconscionable even to her. [i]I could probably carry her[/i], she thought, but lacked any intention to do so. For now, she would have to back Elizabeth's decision to engage the woman. Her focus drifted back up to the one person present who desperately needed a name. They weren't getting much, although it was free information because the third party seemed to already know everything. Whoever she was or whoever she worked for seemed to be keeping tabs on the adventurers that passed through Vulture's Roost, which supported her hypothesis that the woman was involved with organized crime in the city, but Lexine knew that was reaching. She sighed, and withdrew one hand from her coat pocket, extending it in greeting to the strange woman. She didn't expect a polite reply, but Lexine had been denied her only familiar option (running away) and found her only real choices to be blundering attempts to make contact. "My name is Lexine. You could have easily continued playing the observer without us ever having noticed. Why step out? Just because we're different?"