It was a lot of information she'd be just been given. It was no longer a question why they had been left with their weapons. In her case she simply wasn't as great at using them as she supposedly used to be, but in any case they were simply woefully unequipped to kill Alec Cross in his own castle. If she was reading the locale properly, that wasn't a very uncommon occurrence either. Lexine took her seat as bidden, finding renewed liveliness in her stride as she raced over to the table. Her long coat crumpled as she sat down, although she had no intention of removing the ankle length winter cover no matter how warm the interior was. Granted, a man openly bearing four swords had been admitted without concern, she felt more than a little uncomfortable about possibly revealing her hidden weaponry. It wasn't a thing that garnered much trust. As soon as she made contact with the chair, faint aches ran up her back and legs. She shrugged, adjusting her pose slightly but more or less ignoring the pain in favor of finally sitting down. As much as she trusted the furniture, Lexine did not partake in the food set out by Cross. As he went on, he made it clear that there were no survivors among those who had gone north, and she wondered as to what the cause of that was. Conventional knowledge provided that the environment, however harsh, was merely a set of conditions humans had been dealing with for years innumerable. She was habitually skeptical, but in suspecting there was more to the dangers of Gris' wild she felt wholly justified. 

Slowly arching her neck, she thought about their situation as Lord Cross gave his conditions. Information was something they simply couldn't turn down. Being bound to one route of egress, however, was not something that agreed with her gut. Her glare finally settled on Cross, interrogating the man from where she sat. The black clad vulture towered over the head of the table, and she couldn't help but feel as though she was (once more) carrion. His form bounced and weaved in her troubled vision, and as she slowly closed her poor eye to get a better look, she realized there wasn't much to be read on the man's face. None of them had any way of knowing the intent of his terms, of course they were couched in some notion that they were for Vulture's Roost's safety. It wasn't a fair trade by any means, it was too good to be true. Her analysis came shattering down around her and her eye fluttered open in surprise as the swordsman spoke up. She couldn't bear to look. After so much posturing about respect and stately manner before the lord of the castle, this was to be their group's first reply. It was unbearably bad chance. Her frown sunk further as she broke her eyes from Cross and glanced around the table. 

One of their number was chuckling. Her dissatisfied face lingered on the man, one of the duo, in the hopes that she could be in on what about their gaffe was so funny. As was becoming a trend, she didn't find what she was looking for. Instead, the man did one better. She didn't mind the obvious play at power in the way he represented the group, because for now it was getting them out of a bind. Her eyes fell on a local vessel of wine as a toast was proposed. She couldn't drink, but that sort of display was a step in the right direction. The aristocracy of her homeland ate it up, she imagined a Grisian would be more stoic or dismissive of such gestures but receptive nonetheless. Following Ira's lead, she stood up from her comfortable chair and plucked a glass from the table. She poured herself a measure of water, wondering to what level she was disrespecting the local culture, and raised her cup as well. 
"I see no problem accepting such generous conditions," Lexine said. She glanced around, hoping the others would follow suit or at least voice their agreement. In particular, she shot a lengthy, pleading stare in Al's direction, motioning slightly with her cup in case she wasn't exactly clear. It wasn't as if he was a problem, rather, having someone with such fire in the group would keep them thinking. It was just essential that he play along for these ten crucial seconds. She didn't see Cross accepting one man's word for them all. Seeing as they were now a group it fell to them to support the man courageous enough to speak up.