Allie sat perched, crouched down with her knees close to her face overlooking the hole in the ceiling, to where the meeting took place. Her hearing wasn't exceptional, so she had to rely of sight in case anything went wrong. The idea of an illusion blocking her perception tugged at the back of her mind, but she more then trusted John to find a way around that should the need arise. So she just sat, eyes unblinking at the container. The faintest ghost of a song humming next to inaudibly in her throat. She rocked backwards and forwards, like a broken metronome. The movements were too faint to really notice, and too faint to knock her off balance. Her weapon was clutched in both hands, working as a tripod to keep her up. The curved blade resting some distance behind her neck. 

Though rarely, she would move her eyes off of the meeting area to look at her partner, and around the rooftop expanse. It was a large building, and her pair was in the open. If someone wanted to they could make it quite difficult up here for them. But Aaloka didn't feel like it. She didn't sense something watching her, or any battery acid in her gut. Just the usual trepidation that came with being cautious.

In time though the meeting came to pass, and nothing of alarm appeared while the two spoke. As John began to leave, Aaloka stood up, and backed away a step from the overlook. [color=bc8dbf]"Good to go?"[/color] she asked quietly to Siara. Her expression didn't change, as it hardly did, but she was anxious to leave. Finding out as soon as possible what their next move was, and getting out of the open like this sounded fantastic right now.