Well, the news about the showers was good at least, but Blue seemed less than enthusiastic. At least, less enthusiastic as someone in their position should be for a continuous source of water. In lieu of sight, Lex had become an incredibly auditory person, and he paid acute attention to the tones of voices to tell him what their expressions couldn't. Blue, in what short time he'd known her, had sort of a bubbly voice. It was pleasant to listen to, and it was nothing like what he was hearing from her now. Her voice had fallen into a bleak and bland tone, and her monotone persisted through her question.<br/><br/>“I did,” he lied. For what felt like ages, Lex had turned in his sleep against the nightmares and general insomnia that plagued him. Psychology wasn't his expertise, but he could beyond the shadow of a doubt trace his night terrors to his feelings of guilt. His night had been filled with the screams of people who needlessly died because he and his colleagues had tried to play God. But Blue didn't need to know that.<br/><br/>The silence was thick and full as it settled over them again. Was she mad at him? She seemed to practically emanate a dour attitude, if her conversational shortness was a good indicator. Or had the weight of their situation suddenly borne down on her? “Are you okay?” he asked finally, not fully expecting a straight answer.