Alexia nodded hearing her father's order, and politely bowed her head to excuse herself. "I will retire for the evening so that I may rise early and gather my things." Slowly walking out of the meeting room, Alexia made her way up throughout their elaborate manor in the city, a very lavish version of a town house rather, and eventually settled down in her bed after undressing. She was excited to get the new mission underway, but she was also very aware of the complications that could come along. Her hand rested on her thigh that had been healed by one of the men recruited to join her team, and couldn't help but wonder about what other possibilities there were out in the world waiting to be found by them. They were being sent to find out what had caused the airship to crash into the city. But it was obvious that the reason behind it wasn't ordinary. Because of that, Alexia's interest was peeked and she tossed around in her bed trying to rest so that the day could end and the new one would start faster.<br/><br/><div align="center">*                                     *                                     *</div><br/>The Airship was docked in the port where all airships were being loaded up, and a majority of the supplies were already on board. However, there would be another stop that they would have to make to gather some weaponry and supplies from a coastal city. Alexia was dressed in a pair of leather pants with matching tan boots that came up to her knees. She had on a black bodice over a lightly dyed shirt that had the collar open, and a lightly colored blazer over it all. The young merchant had the air of sophistication and professionalism about her, but also had the eager expression of a child on her face to get the mission underway.<br/><br/>She greeted whomever she saw enter the airship for a few hours as she oversaw things on the hanger deck before retiring to her room to unpack her things. Alexia had brought on a fair amount of garments, for every occasion imaginable, but primarily travelling gear. She always wanted to be prepared. She also was bringing her primary blade with her, a specially crafted sword with her. If her time in the sewers had taught her anything, it was to always be prepared for a strike. Tying the hilt of the sword to her belt, she shifted a few of her smaller trinkets into the built in dresser and opened the small window her room had, letting the fresh air fill the small compartment. She had elected to have a room that was the same as the rest of the crew, and use the "typical" captain's quarters that would have been assigned to her as private meeting rooms for her and the team. After all, there was a possibility whatever they encounter or experienced would be kept between them and hidden from the crew.