Alysse inclined her head with agreement. "I see little to deter such." Hearing the other's refusal, her mind scrambled for a bit. When Alex spoke up his idea was not a bad one. Giving a small wave to the other two. Alysse stretched out her hand, the sand swirling to form a khopesh once more. "Alysse O'Neil." She greeted them shyly, fingering one of the many amulets about her neck. Her Irish dialect was so very hard to get over when meeting new people, she sighed. At least with the Egyptians it smoothed out slightly. Giving a small smile at Madison she gestured to the weapon rack. "Pick one you like, if it looks pretty it won't do it's job." Her voice light and teasing, repeating words the Egyptian God had said to her. It still felt odd for her to find comfort in such a thing.