[ Of course she's the leader. She has that air about her. Not in a good way, he thinks, but if he's being honest, he's a little jealous of the way she commands a room. There's nothing uncertain about her. No matter what he says, she doesn't shrink. (It's annoying as hell when it's her, but if it were him, it would be better.) He's not surprised to hear she's a leader-type, although a leader of a whole people is unexpected. She's likely in her twenties, not exactly the age most leaders tend to be. He's twenty-seven and spent his entire adult life climbing the corporate ladder, yet he still hadn't made it above middle-management when he was with Hyperion. The only reason he's anything at all at Atlas is because he's the only living employee.

So, again, sort of jealous. ]

We're not sensitive, my boss ran a freakin' kitten-fighting ring. [ Immediately frowning, he says, ] Not. That I like kitten-fighting rings. I'm just saying.

I live— lived. Lived on a planet that was, like, ninety-nine percent murderers, all right. So, it's not like everything was flowers and rainbows and sharing circles for us, either.

[ Basically, you're not that special, Lexa, god!!! ]

Where I'm from, if you insult someone, you're gonna get punched in the face. Or, y'know, head-butted, or— basically any sort of head trauma, really. Trust me, I've got experience.