While the group chatted among themselves, Sybille retreated to the shade of huge fern. There, she inspected contents of her backpack, seeming absolutely engrossed in this although she was very aware of what the others were speaking. Woman strapped knife holster on her left hip and gun on right. Satisfied that everything seemed to be in its place, she looked around, trying to find some clues of where she needed to go. No one had bothered to tell them - her - where the battery was, what it looked like or even how big it was!

But it would be illogical if such an item was stored in open space so... Blue-gray eyes stopped at mountains in the distance. She could bet that there were caves and even if the stupid machine part wasn't there, they could offer shelter to her. And the view she would have from mountain top could give some ideas where to continue the search. It was no mistake than in her thoughts, she didn't mention rest of the group - Ms. Lucier had no plans whatsoever to stay with this lot.

She didn't like to work with group. It didn't mean she wasn't team player - obviously, she could be whatever she liked to be. But that was the thing - she didn't like to team up with others. Even her jewelry empire stood nearly entirely on her shoulders alone. Sybille was not willing to share her knowledge or her fame with anyone. Others limited her, asked questions she didn't feel interested in answering. They weighted her down when she was meant to fly.

Having decided her destination, woman settled down to one of the gigantic leaves and began carefully cutting out pieces from it. Since it was so huge, it was also thick compared to Sybille and didn't give in as easily as she would like, but she needed tiny bits anyway. She stored all bits in her bag and turned her attention to hacking down some grass from which she proceeded to cut in even pieces as well. Obviously, she had a purpose, as obscure as it may be. In this time, she still listened to other six, her mind working quickly to process all the information.

Considering they all had been deemed sinners and offered redemption, it probably wouldn't be wrong to assume that they each were representatives of a Sin. Her adopted mother had been quite religious and so had been the boarding school Sybille had grown up - not so much because she had spent lot of time there (only few years), but because of what she went through there. She smirked slightly.

The woman in cave woman's garb was probably Lust... There was something about the way she moved, talked and even looked at men that spoke of it in volumes. The guy that had been sleeping on snow just had to be Sloth or something of the sort. Sometimes, Gluttony could relish in freedom of relaxing too much as well. He had mentioned he hated working as well. Blondie could be anyone. And Sybille? She would deem herself either Pride of Greed. But she didn't have endless desire to own things, so she had a feeling it'd be former, not the latter. Honestly, she had no issues with that. Her pride wasn't without reason, after all.