Lexa began to confide in him about the nightmares. And when she mentioned feeling like she was in a nightmare again he wondered why. Could it have been because of her fear of Trick? When she chugged the rest of her drink he gave a small chuckle and did the same. The drink was bitter and was not to his liking. He liked the effects of alcohol but hated the taste. The fact that she used to have these nightmares and scream through the night reminded him of himself. Only her pain couldn't have been as bad as the real thing that haunted him to this day. At last she turned her gaze toward him and asked him about Black Jack.

"Uh... Black Jack, huh?" He placed his hand on the back of his head and seemed embarrassed as his cheeks went a little pink. "I haven't met him in person but I think his personal brand of justice is kind of inspirational..."

"I-I don't know what you mean by 'his deal' he's just different. Like me. That's why I like him."