[The shaking of his hands is apparent ... and sudden. Lexa reaches out, drawing the bandages gingerly from his hands so that he doesn't have to worry about being steady. It's odd, and she wonders what Sam makes of it. But there's no time to discuss mentally. They may have to do it afterward.

There is no pause as she deals with the bandages, eyes dropping to them as she opens them with little difficulty. Her hands are steady, unlike his. It also is a way of informing him that she had noticed, but doesn't feel as if it's a good idea to remark upon it just yet.]

It's a personal interest of ours. We don't like the direction things have taken. And we don't want things to continue to ... worsen. [She hands back the bandages at this point.] We are tired of seeing people lost because they're afraid of the potential of the future.