At the onset of this event, Alexandria, already in the back row of the group, took another step backward. From above, a strange creature had tried - and failed - to ambush the man from another land. Credit where credit was due, it was the work of the roguish one that had ensured that none of them had become more intimate with the thousand-eyed beast's foul fangs than they would have preferred. Still, that left the beast in their midst, and the viscountess had little desire to draw its attention more than necessary.

And true to form, she was nothing more than an observer. Watching. Waiting. Bearing witness to all, but affecting none. That is, until a suitable opportunity presented itself. But so far, such a thing had not occurred. It had almost, but the great temptation of putting an end to this strange creature was cut short by the intervention of the wildling shaman. (And, she supposed, the... "soothing" tunes of the gong)

Interestingly, Serah had appeared to have cut a deal with the beast in the strange tongue of the wilderness. How surprisingly Aabranian of her.

"...Very well," Alexandria finally spoke up. "If it's simply food he wants, I suppose I can oblige." She set down her staff and began rummaging through her satchel. "That said, what of the possibility that this strange being knows nothing of use? Perhaps you should also ensure that it is a trustworthy source, witch of the wilds." One hand wrapped around a ration, while the other gripped the side of the satchel. Her discerning gaze locked on the multieyed beast. "Or, at the very least, one that won't simply attack even should we relent."