Lexa's first instinct was to ask if Shirley had remembered to get a gift receipt. Because… the hell kind of gift was this? Was Shirley… was he [i]serious[/i] right now? Lexa looked down at Jack, bruised and bloody, and more of a mess than he usually was. Lexa tried to not be thankful for the gag in his mouth. She really didn't need any of his sass adding to this situation. 

Somehow this meeting had spiraled out of any sense of control. She stared down at Jack, then back up at Shirley. Coming to a decision, she drew herself up to her full height. 

[color=crimson]"He doesn't reign over this city,"[/color] Lexa said in a steely voice. [color=crimson]"I do."[/color] She'd dropped all pretense of not being Trick. She unsheathed her sword in a long, smooth motion. 

In the next moment she teleported just behind jack, in between the two men holding him. She stabbed the sword into the ground, piercing the rope that held his wrists. Yanking the sword out, she sheathed it again and took a step back. The rope was still in place, but just barely – the cut hadn't severed it entirely, but it'd take little effort for Jack to free himself.

[color=crimson]"I've done as I wished,"[/color] she said, mimicking his earlier words. Her eyebrow was raised slightly in challenge. She pushed the guard who held him down away and grabbed Jack roughly by the arm and tried to haul his dead weight to a standing position. [color=crimson]"And now we're leaving."[/color] Jack was a pain in the ass, but even then Lexa couldn't bring herself to kill again. Especially not for this ass' agenda.