He… [i]what[/i]? Lexa's expression didn't change as she glared at the man, but inside she was a swirl of confusion. What he was talking about… he could only be talking about Shirley, right? They'd met before, they both disliked Jack (well, for all appearances Lexa did, at least) and Shirley was responsible for Jack's abilities. 

But this man was saying he was responsible for Lexa's powers too. 

That was impossible. Nothing had happened to her to give her abilities. She just... had them. She'd been able to teleport since before she could remember. No experiments, no torture that haunted Jack. He said he had answers about her past. But Lexa had no questions. She'd come from a kind family, a stable home, and a quiet life, the past year not included. Lexa knew who she was. 

A ball of anxiousness mixed with confusion settled in her stomach. 

The man mentioned her nightmares and she snapped to attention. How the hell did he know about those? Realization struck her followed by anger. They'd been [i]watching[/i] her. Her eyes narrowed. 

[color=crimson]"Like I said,"[/color] she bit out, [color=crimson]"wrong girl."[/color] Lexa pulled herself back. These people… if it really was Shirley, he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Lexa didn't doubt her abilities, but she had to admit (reluctantly) that going to him herself, on her own terms, was the smarter option rather than waiting to get jumped by a bunch of goons. Even if her skin crawled at going back to meet that monster. 

And she couldn't deny the tiny seed of curiosity at what he thought he knew about her. She grit her teeth together and forced the next words out. 

[color=crimson]"But if he's so set on meeting me, fine. I'll tell him in person."[/color] It was going to be a long night.