Lexa blinked at him, stunned for a moment. He was…? She came back to herself and gave a disbelieving huff. 

[color=crimson]"You'd stop just like that, huh?"[/color] Her voice was less pained than it'd been, and had turned almost indulgent. [color=crimson]"Well why didn't you say so earlier. Would've saved us both a world of trouble."[/color] The sarcasm wasn't as sharp as she'd intended, but she was too tired to put any real bite into her words. Besides… she wasn't sure she even had it in her anymore.

Lexa finally pushed herself up from where she was curled in the corner, aching muscles stiff and screaming at her. She winced as she stood, hearing her joints pop. She brought her arms above her head and stretched them up, her eyes squeezing shut.

[color=crimson]"We need to get you out of here,"[/color] she said when she finally opened her eyes to look at him again. [color=crimson]"It'll be light soon. Someone's probably gonna come into the dance studio and I don't need to deal with them finding a half-dead criminal bleeding out on the floor. I can get us out but only if you think you can handle the trip."[/color] Lexa was running on autopilot, too tired to analyze what she was saying – what she was [i]doing[/i] with him.

[color=crimson]"We're probably gonna need somewhere to lay low. We probably pissed that asshole off. Well. I guess [i]I[/i] did this time. But he'll be looking for us."[/color]

Us. [i]We[/i]. How had they become a package deal? Lexa looked him over again, still not moving towards him. She bent down and picked up her sword from the ground.

[color=crimson]"Anywhere in mind?"[/color]