Well. Sister Lisbeth was, at least, enjoying the scenery. Though with that said, most of the rest of the party seemed as uncomfortable with this situation as Alexa did, albeit in their own ways; even Sister-Celestine Victoria was rather absent from the conversation, though Alexa wasn't exactly proving herself best in that regard either. Paying attention to all others' reactions was as much as she could do to distract from her own poor mood, and even then she could feel her hands wringing over themselves and her tool glove repeatedly, despite forcing them back to her sides again and again.

Ultimately, she found a focus for her distraction in the form of the Confessor's smuggled weaponry. On the one hand, she felt somewhat vexed that not only had he done other than asked, but that he was essentially allowed it with little reprimand from Governor Diokletion... not, more reasonably, that the governor could do anything about it even if he wished to. Besides which, a store of weapons was probably sensible to have to hand, just in case enemies ambushed them, and they all required a means of defending themselves.

Then came Sister Victorine's query. Mingle and ask about the girl, or leave and find their own answers. And every mortal nerve in Alexa's body wanted to say, so eagerly, that they ought to make haste away from there. It would be sooo easy... but, alas, the Emperor did not reward ease. He rewarded those who cleaved to his will - and his will had brought them this far already, had it not? Despite Alexa's petty physical reaction, she by all rights had to do as the Emperor bid them.

'I'd stay, Sister,' she managed to squeak out, her voice tiny and nearly inaudible over the crowd, but for their current proximity to one another. There, she'd mustered her strength and made her choice. But... was it strange, some part of her pondered, that she didn't feel especially strong at that point, despite having forced her fears aside? Actually, she rather felt like there was a vice on her chest, compressing her response ever more acutely. It was not pleasant, by any means.