Alexia was lightly conversing with the men of her crew that had worked with her over the past few years, and eyed the newcomers that she had met in the sewers. Everyone was there except for #183, but that was understandable. He was her automation, and was currently working on things that needed to be finished before their deployment. Turning so she would face her father, Alexia slowly approached and tucked a few stray strands out from her face before speaking.<br/><br/>"I understand that most of us have become acquainted, but together we should be able to accomplish this mission. I have the utmost faith that we will be capable of determining what was the source of the attack upon the airship." Indeed, she did have faith within herself and the others. She didn't know how to explain it, therefore she didn't. But something deep down inside of Alexia told her that their group of misfits would be able to help figure out this mystery if they put their minds to it. There were from all walks of life, with different skills. It was fully possible for them to pool their knowledge and experience together in order to obtain what it was they were searching for.