She took a salutary pull from her glass, noting that the water was indeed close to tasteless. Poisons were impractical for such a situation anyway but it was really just entertaining one of her undamaged senses. Lexine returned herself and her glass to the table, settling in as the aftermath of their greeting played out. The sounds of conversation echoed in the stone room, they weren't a raucous bunch yet but their assembly was becoming bothersome loud for Lexine. Her patience held only for the fact that she retained a vested interest in actually getting their promised information out of Alec Cross. She already held a sort of fondness for the idea of the group; it was easy to get attached to things that raised your life expectancy, but nothing about her desire to travel with them would change her temperament. Things had started to settle down in the throne room. The scholar had at least begun drinking even if he hadn't toasted. From what she gathered, he was something of a familiar anyway. One of the twins was being engaged by the lord of the castle's daughter, and the other was seemingly done speaking. Slowly, she assembled her words, casting her tired glare around the table in expectation of someone else saying something. 
"I have every intention of taking part in this meal, Lord Cross, but you are unfortunately accurate in calling me a professional. One of your conditions was giving us all of your information about what's waiting for us." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and supporting her head as her eyes swept the group, finally landing on Cross himself. The faint smile she put on was her attempt at politeness, but it was regrettably beyond her to soften the harsh aura of her face.
"Before I chance getting distracted by all this merrymaking I'd like to hear this or see your archive," She said. It sounded all reasonable enough to her. In a place like Gris she risked offending some sense of honor or long standing social traditions, but people everywhere understood hard business the same way. No matter which parts of her fractured experiences she looked to for wisdom, shrewdness and efficacy made constant showings. Cross looked to her like a man who knew both better than her, and if he didn't, she wasn't the first person to wildly misstep in his presence and not die. Her smile only grew more strained with time.