[Given her assumed Station, Lexa is only vaguely conscious of those around her, but it's almost impossible for Mat to do anything but stand out to someone as image-minded as she is. And she does care for how she seems. Her head turns in his direction, though her mind doesn't reach out, not caring at that particular moment to teach someone new—and after so long, someone new does stand out like a sore thumb—that they've made a mistake.
It's on their party's way back to the apartments that she falls into step with him. Despite the layers of cloth, she keeps her head held high. Her eyes point forward, but there is the distinct sense that she's giving him all of her attention. For the moment. If he tests her patience, she might give up.]
What are your intentions among us? [There's no "hello" or "hi, my name is Lexa, and I feel like I have the right to demand answers from you." But even without these things, she does seem to have a sense of ... radiating condescension. It's just how she is.]
wildcard | after the performance, returning to the apartments
It's on their party's way back to the apartments that she falls into step with him. Despite the layers of cloth, she keeps her head held high. Her eyes point forward, but there is the distinct sense that she's giving him all of her attention. For the moment. If he tests her patience, she might give up.]
What are your intentions among us? [There's no "hello" or "hi, my name is Lexa, and I feel like I have the right to demand answers from you." But even without these things, she does seem to have a sense of ... radiating condescension. It's just how she is.]