[The second question sparks a thread of caution in him, unused to strangers pressing him for the particulars of his troubles, and he looks at her sideways through the layers of fabric covering his face. He can't see her, but it comes together that he knows who she is. The one who'd backed up Lexa at the fun briefing they'd had to sit through. Who's been shadowing her since they landed.
An incredulous kind of amusement rises. The idea of Lexa sending someone else to get chatty with him was ridiculous, but caution's kept him alive more times than he can count. It's not a habit he's even interested in shaking.]
What are you, some kind of shrink?
[His mind - always walled, but usually something porous, permeable - glosses over fully, a faultless layer of ice.]
no subject
An incredulous kind of amusement rises. The idea of Lexa sending someone else to get chatty with him was ridiculous, but caution's kept him alive more times than he can count. It's not a habit he's even interested in shaking.]
What are you, some kind of shrink?
[His mind - always walled, but usually something porous, permeable - glosses over fully, a faultless layer of ice.]