Lexa kept her expression neutral as his words flowed over her, but there was an undeniable tenseness to her as they soaked in. He… this had to be a lie. Some sort of trick to get her, to take advantage of her. 

But in a distanced portion of Lexa's mind, she knew what he said about her made a morbid sort of sense. Her power. Her nightmares. Gruesome scars, faded with age, she'd had for as long as she could remember but never explain. 

She looked at Shirley with wary eyes. Either he was telling the truth and he'd experimented on and tortured her as a baby just like he had with the others, or he was lying through his teeth to get her on his side. Either way, the aforementioned title of murderous sociopathic prick held true. 

Here before her stood the devil in a nice suit, and he was asking her to make a deal. 

It really was no question what her answer would be. 

[color=crimson]"Nice story,"[/color] she said in a surprisingly calm voice, [color=crimson]"But like I told your goon, you've got the wrong girl. Thanks for the sword."[/color] And as casually as you please, Lexa turned back towards the elevator. She didn't expect Shirley to take no for an answer, and stayed on her guard. She was curious as to how long he'd keep up the cordial act for.