Alex fell silent as the Investigator Hitoshi, as he was called, promptly ignored her, and went over to the two newcomers. Muttering, [color=Wheat][b]"Freakin' rude..."[/b][/color], she went back to the laptop. Nothing changed. Except Arielle's demeanor. She didn't think that the girl was capable of being polite at all, but sometimes, people surprised Alexandria. 

By virtue of not being part of the conversation, she noticed a quiet voice, in the corner of the room. It belonged to a small woman, not far from Alex herself in age, it looked, in the corner of the room, opposite the others. She was curled up, sobbing. Alex's heart melted at seeing this, because she herself had been there. Well, not in this corner of the room, but where the woman was emotionally. When she was kicked out into the snow, back in Juneau, all those years ago, all she'd been able to do was cry. Looking away from the laptop, Alex walked towards the woman. Crouching down, Alex reached out to touch the woman's shoulder, but hesitated. Maybe the woman didn't want any help? She banished the thought from her mind. Alex didn't want any help, but her adoptive family had given it anyway. 

Tapping her shoulder lightly, Alexandria tried to look into the other woman's face, with a kind look. [color=Wheat][b]"If you are a disturbed spirit, then you're the nicest one I've met so far."[/b][/color] Sitting, arms behind her, and leaning back, still looking forward, Alex extended a hand to the other woman, and said, [color=Wheat][b]"My name's Alex. What's yours?"[/b][/color] 

Then, came the ding. Standing up, and extending a hand, to help the other woman up, Alex looked at the laptop. Some girl dressed as an idol or something began to speak. Alex barely blinked until the cartoon on the screen made a little cartoon person's head go 'boom'. Despite the fact that she had just died, and this... 'Cell' confirmed it, she still couldn't imagine her head exploding. 

Then there was a freaking order to kill someone, or Cell would explode their heads? Eyes wide, Alex grabbed a futuristic looking pistol, similar to the Heckler & Koch HK45 her adoptive Sheriff father had taught her to fire, when she was eighteen. Looking at the magazine, she saw that there was no ammunition of any kind. If she drew strange looks, she snapped, [color=Wheat][b]"Well I'm not taking any chances, okay?!"[/b][/color] Grabbing the suit, she unzipped it from the front, examining it. Throwing it over her shoulder, she looked for a place to change, even though the room had no dividers or partitions.