Alicia would stay silent as the offers spoke and made suggestions. Waiting a few more moments she'd give a single nod and step away once she was done examining the map. Turning her back to the offers she'd make her way across the room and turn again to face them, returning to her original distanced spot that she stood in when she first entered the room. It would seem for the moment she was content with her question being aired and for those who questioned her; she was content to remain silent.<br/><br/>Alicia's mind now started to process some of the more valuable suggestions, the first being that of scouting the area and the second being that of making a camp due to the long trip up the cape of Stranglethorn. Softly Alicia would give a soft nod to herself as if she was agreeing with her own thoughts and the suggestions she deemed valuable. Eventually her mind would turn to those in the room with her. She by no means trusted any one of them. It wasn't that she was a racist or held grudges it was more so that she had learnt not to trust any of her fellow mercenaries through experience.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>