Roxy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Kealsha had a valid question. It the mission wouldn't be an easy one, which was exactly why it appealed to her, but it might not as eager to tackle a mission like this. [color=8493ca]"I'm in. This sounds right up my alley." [/color]She loved the thrill of putting her live at risk. She loved proving that she wasn't the fragile 'girl' her parents saw her as. She had never been into the things they deemed appropriate for a female. For awhile her father trained her as his heir but that had changed when one of his mistresses had a son. With a real heir to take over the family business, her father decided she should go back to being the girl her mother wanted. She had refused. She liked who she was. If they didn't that was their problem. 

Once a decision was made by the group, Roxy made her way up to the room she was assigned. She pulled her boots off and put them beside they bed where she could easily slip them on if the need arose, not that she expected trouble but she was the sort to always be prepared. She removed her weapons and laid them within easy reach. Last she tucked her sharpest knife under her pillow before stretching out and getting comfortable.