Alexa swallowed, feeling Cordelia's powerful hatred emanating in her direction.
"I really wanted to like you, Alexa. But you decided to steal my husband as soon as you laid eyes on him, didn't you?"
"It wasn't exactly like that. If you remember, he was quite unpleasant toward us…" Alexa tried to defend herself, but she was aware that she was being ridiculous and hypocritical.
"Cordelia, at the very least these are past and unimportant issues close to what I'm asking you to do! You just need to meet with the Hansa leaders and say you are not a hostage. Or, if you think so, tell me! I help you get back to your home! Isn't that what I wanted to do as soon as we arrived? When were we still friends? I didn't want you to get hurt. I don't want anyone to get hurt! If you want to come home, I'll help you, huh? I promise! You just need to…"