Lucy watched as Alastair was lead out of the room, rolling her eyes. If this kept happening there was no way in hell that they would stop acting like they were rabid, let alone complete a mission. She turned back to Roxy as the girl spoke, looking her up and down. Slowly, Lucy shifted her elbows onto the table top and rested her chin in her hands. 

"She has a point. I'm not going to be leader, but we need one. No one overly aggressive or prone to attacking when they see something wrong. No one who is too dull to be able to plan or even think straight. And someone we know wouldn't push us into the line of fire just to laugh as we slowly bleed to death. Anyone up to the job?" She looked around the room as as she said this. Most of the others fit into this category, and she wouldn't put it past herself to be an unfit leader.