Alexa was quite glad one of her allies had found a superior vehicle to her own, and most likely through more practical means than she'd been considering. For much of that journey, which she spent entirely silently, she considered whether or not the lapse in judgement was worthy of self-flagellation after the fact. After a time, she decided that it most likely was not, as there was no difference made to the outcome at the end of the day, but from there until they reached the PDF Headquarters she prayed to the God-Emperor for better insight into her future tests.

Speaking of which, once they reached the outskirts around the target location, the Inquisitor decided he would request their judgement again. How curious, for surely it was not their place to suggest to him what must be done to secure their victory? And yet, as the Inquisitor himself noted, simply walking in through the front doors would be utterly foolish... as would using an entire belt of frag grenades to cause a "distraction". She sighed to get herself ready to give a speech about a possible plan, hoping that it wasn't misinterpreted as being aimed at Lisbeth directly.

'Sister Lisbeth, I can't imagine placing the entire facility on high alert would prove a suitable distraction,' Alexa lightly chided. Wait, no, harshly, because her vox decided it would be so. 'If they are expecting us, then anybody who approaches so boldly will more than likely be shot to chaff by mounted weaponry before so much as priming a grenade. In my opinion, our best bet would be to head toward the walls as stealthily as possible, moving between cover whenever we are unobserved; find a way into the HQ through the walls, ideally without detonating anything explosive; then sneak as far as we can to reach the leaders of the PDF and take them hostage, assuming we don't simply slay them outright. Obviously, we avoid firing our guns unless we're discovered, instead using our sarissas against any foe who comes across us, but I believe that stealth will be less of an issue once we get a good way into the facility proper.'

As far as speeches went, Alexa felt like hers had gone particularly badly. Her mouth was dry, and she was, distressingly enough, ever so slightly nervous about the possibility of having overstepped her bounds. But surely not; the Inquisitor had asked for advice, and she had given it, so surely there was no problem, right?

At least she'd been granted the insight she had wanted, at least.