Lex let himself be led along, entrusting his general safety to Blue in a way that was only reminiscent of the way he trusted Marcus. He had no basis of comparison otherwise. He trusted his mother, of course, and he'd trusted his wife, but neither of them were around - mentally or physically, respectively - when the Realians invaded. He'd never had to totally rely on them in a life or death scenario. There was a lot to be said about having to trust someone to not guide you straight into a death trap.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"There's a step coming up, be careful,"</span>he heard Blue say, immediately before he stumbled up the step. He braced a hand on the outside of a small building, maybe a storage shed, and he managed not to make too much noise. He still held his breath for a moment to listen for any sudden movements. Immediately, Blue made the call for Marcus, and Lex slipped into the room behind her and pulled the door closed. It was small and cramped, and Lex found himself having to duck his head to stand comfortably.<br/><br/>“It smells like shit in here,” Lex complained, opting to push the door open just a crack to let the room air out. “Actual, human shit.” He was starting to get the picture that this wasn't a storage shed.<br/><br/>“...Blue?” Marcus asked after a fashion. His voice was much clearer now; they were very close. “I'm here. Where are you? Is Lex still with you?”