Lexine's head followed Cross as he turned away, towards the sound of the doors opening. The sight of two newcomers greeted her, and the implications of their arrival were, to her at least, important enough to distract her from the obvious interruption of Alec's explanation. Their little assembly wasn't just the morning quota, they may have even been waiting on a previous batch of adventurers to be processed. Two more had shown up shortly after them, and that lent some more credence to Alec's claim that a countless number had already come through. Despite some exclamations to the contrary, the two seemed utterly unrelated to her. An older, bearded man who bore himself on a cane. If her work was taking her into the domain of wizards, this man was here to play the part. It was an easy assumption to make, part of her wanted to claim that it was too easy but there were few other stories that explained why a man getting on in age would subject himself to this corner of the world. The other was a dog eared girl bearing quite a number of arms. She had seen lightweight fighters with methods for manipulating heavy weaponry before. The faint tremor through the stone floor as one of the girl's weapons landed, a flail-like construction she had seen touted by those with an interest in exotic martial arts before, indicated that she was one of their like. More pressing to her than any fighting style was that the dog ears on her head appeared to be [i]real[/i].

Lexine wrenched her staring eyes from the girl's exotic ears as the curious hybrid started to eat. At any rate, the newcomers were quick to file in. They were part of the group, then. She didn't mind that in the slightest, one was an obvious martial type and the other... His name was Jack, the first name given between all of them and that of the last to arrive. Grimly enough, it hadn't even been given by its owner. It was natural to fill in the blanks, to write an old man off as weak and wise, but she knew well enough not to try. The only certainty with him was that, despite youth having passed him by long ago, he had the will and a reason to be here. Whatever his actual qualifications turned out to be, he was working with a purpose. It was more than she could say. Someone else at the table was speaking, and she broke in after the exchange between Sage and Al. She wasn't afraid of the dark, least of all in starlight amplified by snow. That particular condition had made moving at night less safe than she was used to, actually. Instead, she was afraid of her body simply giving out some day soon.
"It'd only be right to use beds offered to us. If we stay the night, we can use that time to make sure we know everything we can about the wasteland," she said, not so casually promoting her preferred course of action. A bit of genuine rest wasn't going to hurt either.