Lexa's eyes flashed a dangerous gold at Shirley at the casual assumption that she'd taken to killing her enemies. She let go of Jack's arm when he was standing (mostly) upright and gave him a flat look when he double checked with her to make sure he wasn't going to be turned in.

Oh, she was [i]absolutely[/i] turning him in. Just because she wasn't going to execute him in cold blood didn't mean he was off the hook. Then Jack was a blur of motion, killing the men who'd been holding him down. Lexa really shouldn't have been surprise. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting when she released him. Maybe she should've kept the ropes and just take out the goons herself. He'd still be tied up, she could handle herself, and best of all, he'd wouldn't have been able to take out the gag from his mouth.

But alas, the dye had been cast. Jack was out and murdering people again. Lexa didn't even bother drawing her sword. As soon as Jack had returned to her side, she grabbed his arm and teleported back to the elevator, slamming her fist on the button. Lexa didn't release her grip on Jack's arm, both to make sure he didn't get away, and to keep him upright. Fancy acrobatics or no, he look just about dead on his feet. Who knew how long the adrenaline would last.

Shirley looked [i]pissed[/i]. He was stalking towards them with a thunderous look on his face, over the two bodies. The elevator dinged open and Lexa half lead, half dragged Jack in. She pushed once on the door-close button and hit the button with a G on it. The door slid closed.

Elevator music started playing. Lexa found herself oddly irritated at it. Her hand was still gripping Jack's arm, the other tight around her sheathed sword. She gave a quiet sigh and closed her eyes as the elevator dinged at different floors.