Lexa fought the urge to roll her eyes at Jack's display of… protectiveness? Aggression? Dominance? Some stupidly male thing that she didn't have the patience for but didn't have the energy to fight. All that mattered was they got what they needed and had to get out. Lexa looked at the address on Jack's phone, trying to recognize its location in the city through her tired thoughts. She stood close to Jack as she did so, almost leaning into him unconsciously. Whether it was for her own support or for his, no one could say.

After a moment, she gave a short nod.

[color=crimson]"Ok,"[/color] she said. [color=crimson]"I think I got it."[/color] She glanced up at Jack and started a bit to find him so close. Leaning back, putting careful inches between them she spoke again. [color=crimson]"Ready?"[/color] And with that she grabbed his shoulder and teleported them up to the rooftop and across the city. 

The pair ended up in the industrial district, a dingy, dirty place with littered streets and unpainted walls. At was on the very edge of the city, just before a great pine forrest that stretched for miles. Lexa worked to narrow it down to the correct street and then the number until she found the building. She was panting, needing rest after the long night and teleporting across town with a passenger, but she knew she couldn't rest yet. She'd begun leaning on Jack more and more throughout the trip, the will to hold herself up growing more and more difficult to muster. 

But eventually they made it to Roy's safehouse: an abandoned office building to some logging company that had closed long ago. It was too dark to see much, but it smelled of dust and mildew and the air was stale. But Lexa couldn't have been more relieved to arrive. With a sigh she let go of Jack and plopped down on the floor, her back against a wall. Moonlight shined through the window they'd teleported through above her.

[color=crimson]"Shit,"[/color] she muttered, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. Annoyance more than anything else colored her voice. This exhaustion thing sucked. She needed to work out more. 

But… how exactly was one supposed to exercise a superpower? Just do it more? She'd improved by miles over the past year she knew, but she didn't know if that was because her power was getting stronger or if she was just getting better at using it properly.

Her mind flashed back to Shirley and what he'd told her. How she was supposedly… one of them. Lexa winced and covered it up by stretching her neck. She opened her eyes again in the darkness, staring ahead at nothing.

Jack… he'd grown up in the system. He'd spent his whole life learning and perfecting his power. Granted, he'd done it by being tortured. So if the options were know your powers and grow up being tortured, or have a normal life and figure it out on your own… Lexa thought she ended up lucky. She still couldn't believe what Shirley'd told her… what he'd apparently revealed to her about her life.

In a moment of blind impulse, Lexa opened her mouth.

[color=crimson]"When you were young,"[/color] she finally said in a quiet, distant voice, [color=crimson]"do you remember… who was the first one to get powers? In the institute or whatever."[/color]