The heavily scarred, olive-skinned woman removes her helmet and busies herself wrapping her newly-acquired wounds with bandages. She has clearly been in combat recently, but she seems unfazed by the number of wounds she picked up. Noticing you, she looks up and tilts her head, trying to determine if she recognizes you, before deciding that she doesn't. "Who are you, stranger? Don't worry, I don't mean you any harm. Unlike those fools." Alexandra says, gesturing at the bodies of fallen bandits nearby.