Anger was building dangerously in her stomach, already trying to claw its way up her throat. 

[color=crimson]"He dropped a building on six people last night and left them for dead,"[/color] she said flatly. [color=crimson]"Two of them [i]did[/i] die."[/color] She downed the rest of her drink again, feeling the sensation of alcohol rocket through her system. [color=crimson]"Being like Trick doesn't make him better. It just makes her worse."[/color] She pushed herself up from her stool, her hand rummaging in her back pocket and reappearing with her wallet. Lexa pulled out a few bills, throwing them atop the bar with more force than necessary. Pausing, she finally turned her amber eyes back to look at Jack. She took in the sight of him covering his face, asking her not to hit him. She knew he was being over the top. But it still brought her back to that moment in the street, people scared of what she could do. Of what she [i]had[/i] done. Lexa scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning away. 

[color=crimson]"Thanks for the distraction,"[/color] she said, walking back towards the door.