It was a skull. Apparently, an important skull, since it proved something or another. There was a bit of difficulty following the ongoing conversation, but it seemed to be a great item of interest. Her eyes laid on it, though she made little effort to join the conversation. Truthfully, she disliked speaking when she had little knowledge of the topic at hand, preferring to simply listen and learn. The fact that it was verified by Lucian did peak her interest for a moment. Not that she distrusted Alcander or the Countess, but the familiarity was what directed her judgment. The trio certainly seemed excited, or at least, they had seemed convinced. Well, it was good to know that it was [i]something[/i] to go by, that the trip to the Congo wouldn't entirely be a wild goose chase.

As Lucian raised his glass, Lakshmi found the corners of her lips curving once he spoke. It was good to know he hadn't changed much since their last encounter, and admittedly it swayed her skeptical self. She'd keep her wits about her, but at the very least there was adventure to be had. And [i]that[/i] was what she cared about--the knowledge, the relics, the treasurers, they were second to the trials and tribulations they would come across in her mind.

Speaking of tribulations, the entrance of yet another potential trekker stumbled on in. She had been cleaning her glasses; it seemed she couldn't see too well without them. Of course, this probably meant that she was the type to frequently lose them. Poor thing, she seemed plenty nervous as she introduced herself, and Lakshmi found herself feeling awfully protective of this stranger. Which was odd, considering they were probably the same age, but still.

Florence took a step forward and immediately jolted back. Lakshmi raised her eyebrows slowly, more out of concern than anything. Clearing her throat slightly, she tried to help...sort of.

"I believe your skirt has...well, the door has it, I'm afraid," The Indian woman said, pointing to the door.