Blue punched his arm playfully and laughed, "You piece of shit." She joked, shaking her head and sighing. "I don't think I've ever been called a 7.9 in my life." She pouted, her voice a playful whine as she nudged him again. "I'm better than a 7.9." She insisted, resting her hand on his shoulder and drawing a little pattern on his skin with her finger. It was more to see how he reacted than anything. He was a hard one to read, and that was coming from someone who basically grew up learning how to read people from her father. He demanded that it was a skill any good business man needed, and therefore any business man's daughter needed.<br/><br/>But Lex was impossible, she thought. Perhaps he was nervous, or uninterested? Blue deliberated his facial expressions and body language, pursing her lips as she reflected.