The sound of footsteps soon shuffled its way back to Lex, and soon Blue's hand found his own. "Not only do I want one," Lex started as he hoisted himself up and off of the bed, with her help. "I'm pretty sure I desperately<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>one and you and Marcus have just been really polite about how horrible I smell." Eventually Blue led him through the threshold into another room, and the texture of the floor changed beneath his feet. He could feel the smooth floor of the barracks give way to deep rivets between tiles. He silently thanked whatever deity would take the credit for his thinly-soled shoes; it made such a difference in him keeping track of where he was. They walked close enough to the edge of the shower where Lex could follow the wall with his free hand, bothering the grooves between the wall tiles until he heard the vaguely familiar rush of water from a tap. He almost couldn't believe it and had to listen for a moment before he let himself get excited. The hand that wasn't in Blue's shot forward until it found the source of the water. It was cold, and even more horrendously bitter thanks to the temperature outside, but it was water. Actual, running water. It was almost too much. Finally his other hand joined in, and Lex cupped them under the flow of water before he brought it back up to splash over his face. If he was even feeling moderately drowsy, the frigid water on his face was enough to remedy that. He took a step back from the water, dabbing the excess droplets that still clung to his skin and hair with his sleeve. The information that Marcus had gotten in was phenomenal, and Lex was almost more excited about that than the thought of an actual shower, but they<span style="font-style: italic">were</span>already here. "...Shower now, or after investigating?" His hands already found the stream of water again, busying himself with getting the dirt he could feel out from under his nails just in case the showers were postponed.<br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah," Marcus gave as a half-assed reassurance that he wouldn't go running off on his own. And he would stay put. If there was one Realian on this base, then there might be more. And given how tight security had apparently been in this place, he wouldn't have been surprised if there were<span style="font-style: italic">rows</span>of those capsules with a bunch of synthetic humans in suspended animation. The thought made him shudder as he leaned over the rail and gazed down the flights of stairs. Yeah, he was definitely staying put until he got someone else with a gun. Just in case.