Alyssa followed the group into the house as she swatted at a fly that was buzzing around her face. She heard everyone introduce themselves and she tried to give a friendly smile to all of them as she tried to remember all their names. "I'm Alyssa," she told them softly as she slowly made her way to an old couch and sat down on the arm of it. At this point she felt so out of place that she rather listen to the rest of them speak than saying anything at all. None of them would have an easy time trusting her because she was human but she had made her opinion of the Saints rather obvious. She hated them more than anything, to her they were evil. Even her father.