Lexa does not appreciate being caged and she is frustrated by the fact that first night she is still under the effects of the drug and cannot break loose when she wants to. From there the door is shut and she can be seen often pacing and watching the door, eyes narrowed every time it opens and noting the people who come in and out. She does not make a move to break out although it seems like her body is coiled in preparation for that, and while she appears calm on the outside, the burning intensity of her gaze tells a different story.
She is reluctant to eat or drink anything there. While she is not Heda here and people are unlikely to want to kill her, she does not trust anyone easily. She sniffs at the drinks but does not trust her nose to pick anything out, and instead ends up meditating at the back of the safehouse for most of her stay there. But in a position where she can clearly see the door no matter what, in case.
Fight Club - Ringside
It is not long after Lexa is let out that she asks where are the warriors? and gets sent in the direction of aa fight club. It is not what she expects, but it is not unusual either. She has fought in rings like this before, in training and also to the death, so it feels more familiar than much of this city. Once inside she is quiet and fluid in her motions, circling the fighting arena over and over again. Much like how someone might circle an opponent to get an idea of their abilities, she is circling the entire place, her gaze observant and intense.
She pauses occasionally when she is impressed by someone's move and her head tilts, a small smile curving at the corner of her mouth, but she does not cheer or say any of the words of advice she would have if they were her people. After some time doing that, Lexa finds herself at the bar, uncertain what to get. It is the only time she looks confused, her eyebrows furrowed over something so simple as picking a drink. She is unlikely to drink it even if she gets it, distrustful as she is, but it is a custom.
Lexa | The 100
Lexa does not appreciate being caged and she is frustrated by the fact that first night she is still under the effects of the drug and cannot break loose when she wants to. From there the door is shut and she can be seen often pacing and watching the door, eyes narrowed every time it opens and noting the people who come in and out. She does not make a move to break out although it seems like her body is coiled in preparation for that, and while she appears calm on the outside, the burning intensity of her gaze tells a different story.
She is reluctant to eat or drink anything there. While she is not Heda here and people are unlikely to want to kill her, she does not trust anyone easily. She sniffs at the drinks but does not trust her nose to pick anything out, and instead ends up meditating at the back of the safehouse for most of her stay there. But in a position where she can clearly see the door no matter what, in case.
Fight Club - Ringside
It is not long after Lexa is let out that she asks where are the warriors? and gets sent in the direction of aa fight club. It is not what she expects, but it is not unusual either. She has fought in rings like this before, in training and also to the death, so it feels more familiar than much of this city. Once inside she is quiet and fluid in her motions, circling the fighting arena over and over again. Much like how someone might circle an opponent to get an idea of their abilities, she is circling the entire place, her gaze observant and intense.
She pauses occasionally when she is impressed by someone's move and her head tilts, a small smile curving at the corner of her mouth, but she does not cheer or say any of the words of advice she would have if they were her people. After some time doing that, Lexa finds herself at the bar, uncertain what to get. It is the only time she looks confused, her eyebrows furrowed over something so simple as picking a drink. She is unlikely to drink it even if she gets it, distrustful as she is, but it is a custom.