"Kill him," Lexa orders, as she takes the keys Jamie pushes at her. Not that it's her place to order, but there's an unmistakable note of command in her voice, half intentional half habit.
She drops the chain on the guard's torso to muffle the noise and starts flipping through the keys on the ring. She's looking for one that seems the right size and material, and steps over to try the smaller ones that seem likely in Cosima's shackles, the angle being more awkward (and therefore slower) on her own.
"He's too big for us to bring him along as a shield and these people won't care about a hostage. Leaving him alive only risks him raising the alarm and being one more we have to fight through. Cut his throat quickly before he wakes up."
She tries another key, and one more before finally the lock clicks and Cosima's shackles crack open. Lexa catches them before they can drop noisily to the floor and puts the keys into Cosima's hand, holding out her own wrists. A belated thought turns her head back toward Phil and Jamie.
"You could put on his uniform. Before you bloody it."
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She drops the chain on the guard's torso to muffle the noise and starts flipping through the keys on the ring. She's looking for one that seems the right size and material, and steps over to try the smaller ones that seem likely in Cosima's shackles, the angle being more awkward (and therefore slower) on her own.
"He's too big for us to bring him along as a shield and these people won't care about a hostage. Leaving him alive only risks him raising the alarm and being one more we have to fight through. Cut his throat quickly before he wakes up."
She tries another key, and one more before finally the lock clicks and Cosima's shackles crack open. Lexa catches them before they can drop noisily to the floor and puts the keys into Cosima's hand, holding out her own wrists. A belated thought turns her head back toward Phil and Jamie.
"You could put on his uniform. Before you bloody it."