Lena blinked and remembered he had been around long enough to pick up Spanish and probably parts of Portuguese from the family. It was still jarring. She shifted as he touched her wrist, but was unable to resist turning her hand, palm up, so he could view it better. The slight discoloration of her hand, now and the red and angry scarring in a thin line. She had obviously held something. She turned the other hand after a moment to show it was on both hands. There was no point is denying it. Her eyes still couldn't mean his, though. Not feeling was easier without someone to make her feel connected to the moment. Swallow the fear and become detached. It was how she survived her missions as a younger woman. It was how she justified her less than pleasant deeds for the Pack and for the resistance. Terry made it difficult with his piercing gaze every time. He could look through her mask. She hated it as much as she knew she needed someone who would. And push the issue regardless of how aggressive she became in response to it.
When Terry told her more than requested that they go to his flat, Lena finally looked up. Her eyes were wide for a moment with a pent up, wild anger of a pinned animal. They softened almost immediately and she worked her jaw. She wanted to hide and push this all away. Get ready to report to her leader and ensure the rest of the job was done. Her eyes locked onto his and searched them silently and hard. He never asked for things. Most of all not from her. The boys, maybe. Benji more often, but never her. She shifted again as her wolf argued to just go. The woman did not want to admit that maybe she needed the comfort that would come of someone looking her over and worrying, but the wolf would. As she tried to bite back at the request, her other half took over and she replied, "Fine," in a short and distant tone.
Her eyes left his again and she took a step closer to transport there faster.