[ Across from her, he sits with the ease of the self-assured. Either he is confident in his own strength, or he does not respect the reality that they (indeed, any of the Hosts present), could become endangered at any given moment. His drink is untouched before him, his hands cradling one another in his lap. The heel of one soft-soled shoe propped up on the rungs of the seat to his left, the toes of his other tucked against the leg of the very same seat - though he keeps himself turned towards her, face and eyes included. ]

Even the best laid plans will have their flaws, [ if she wishes to speak indirectly, nearly in circles, he will match her. ]

No degree of preparation would guarantee the results any of us desire. The best we can do, in that case, is remain opportunistic.

[ Opportunistic enough, perhaps, to find an ally in Lexa's broodmate where she had found anger. He is not of her unit, and has no insight into her and Rhys's disagreement, however. That is not what sits between them, unspoken. He mistrusts what she offers to the people of this world, not her intent. He'd even spoken to Bellamy, in the hopes of understanding her through the eyes of someone who knew her outside of the symbiotic connections. ]

To be honest, I've been looking forward to speaking to you. [ The way one looks forward to a duel, perhaps. ]