Civilian clothing would have proven impossible to find for Alexa's frame. Fortunately, unlike last time they had been at the Governor's palace, she didn't need it: her underclothing more than sufficed, the black trousers part of her usual robed attire, the plain black t-shirt normally hidden under the bulkier robe. That, along with her headdress, hip cape, and shoes, would not be coming with her on this journey.

However, for the sake of appearances, nor would her chirurgeon's gauntlet. That needed to stay with the civilian woman who'd taken her place, to ensure the armour she was wearing didn't look incomplete. And that meant that any injuries taken could not be healed until they were back on solid ground. She was left with naught but her bolt pistol, and the sarissa blade attached to it - and as this was a stealth mission, she would not be using the pistol unless instructed.

She was rather concerned, to say the least. No armour, no gunfire unless all was lost anyway - and if they were detected, it was a certainty that a loyal governor would be slain long before they arrived. A good proportion of this was her own plan, so to think it would fail... no. It had to succeed. The God-Emperor wouldn't allow anything else. That said, their entrance was made with a Lighter - not the aerial storming Sister Dominica sought, but not the quietest possible entrance either. Nonetheless, she dropped on to the roof with the same combat roll as her leader, dispersing the impact force as much as possible, before realising that the Confessor had not quite rolled the same way. More of a heavy landing from him.

And then he came out with his true mind: he felt he should stay back, guard their exit point, rather than heading in with them. For once, Alexa frowned a little. They'd be down to three infiltrators if Confessor Horacio stayed back... then again, it may be that a smaller strike force was more appropriate for a mission like this? The point stood, however, that Horacio felt incapable of assisting, the fire in his heart not strong enough to fuel his body. And that was a disappointment to hear.

'Hmm.' She pondered for a moment, as she would likely be the rearguard of the infiltration party now. Medically speaking, there was an obvious solution, but that was reserved for those of high importance- and she realised then, her expression lightening, that perhaps it wouldn't be so unreasonable after all! 'If it would suit you, Confessor,' she stated, continuing where she left off, 'we could ask about a rejuvenat treatment for you after this mission? It won't do to have the agents of the Imperium rendered unable to perform their duties by- er. Ah.' Her expression fell again. Oh, she hoped that didn't come off as impolite; it was, she'd felt when saying it, merely accurate. They [i]were[/i] agents of the Imperium, after all. But, well...

'...i-it's a thought, anyway,' she finished lamely, sighing as she turned to follow her Sisters into the Palace with pistol in hand and blade attached beneath it. Under her breath, she murmured 'The God-Emperor Protects,' and gritted her teeth. The Sisters Repentia were armoured in naught but faith. She would have to pray as hard as she ever had to ensure hers kept them all cloaked and hidden.