Lexa didn't look at him as she picked up small box of strawberries. Her dog liked strawberries. She should get him some.

(She really shouldn't with their limited funds, but Lexa's biggest weakness was for her dog.)

[color=crimson]"Still here, aren't I?"[/color] She spoke with her usual dryness, but there was a soft humor to her voice that betrayed her ease. They'd settled into an odd sort of comfort – an intimacy, almost. Jack could be a handful, but no more than any other eccentric roommate. He didn't make any moves on her, he didn't mess with her stuff, he was good to her dog, and he wasn't committing any felonies. All in all, a stunning improvement. 

She put the strawberries in the basket and handed a few bills to the seller before moving on, Jack at her side. 

The revelation that she was… that she came from the same place that he did… well, Lexa couldn't say she was comfortable with it yet. It was like a puzzle piece she'd been missing her entire life had finally been put into place, but the picture it formed was something she didn't know if she could stomach. She'd been a science experiment. Manipulated and tortured and then hidden away.

She hadn't told Jack yet. She didn't know if she ever would. But there was a surprising comfort in knowing that there was someone [i]like[/i] her. Someone connected to her past, as gruesome as it apparently was. Even if that someone was a wanted criminal.

Well. He was trying.

[color=crimson]"Keep it up and who knows, maybe–"[/color] 

Her quip was cut off by the feeling of something metallic and round pressed into her spine. Lexa froze.

[b]"Hello there, darlings."[/b] A greasy voice murmured in her ear. Long fingers curled over her shoulder. Lexa stood frozen in the middle of the walkway, gun still against her back.

Well, [i]shit.[/i] 

[b]"Bit of a snoozetown, in'nit? I really don't see the appeal of shackin' up here. But I guess you won't be for much longer, ay? You've got an appointment scheduled for this afternoon."[/b]

Lexa had really hoped this hideout would've lasted longer than two goddamn weeks. Her eyes were trained straight ahead, looking at the family standing in front of her. If she teleported away, they got shot. She teleported [i]with[/i] him, she got shot in the spine and revealed herself in front of this market. She turned and fought, more people likely got caught in the crossfire. All her options were too messy to be worth it.

Goddamn farmers markets. Why were they always so crowded?

Her eyes flicked up to Jack.

[color=crimson]"Don't,"[/color] came a simple command.