He'd been so caught up in his excitement that Lex had completely forgotten about actually getting her<span style="font-style: italic">in</span>the building. "Yes, yes,<span style="font-style: italic">go</span>," he urged her, hands coming up to her hips to hoist her just a bit further up. He wasn't sure exactly how far she had left to go, but he certainly remembered there not being any windows on the first floor, so he imagined it was a bit of a stretch. He racked his brain, trying to think of the most logical place to keep a security kill-switch. Inside a security office, obviously. But without having ever been allowed inside, he had absolutely no information to give her. Okay, okay, Lex,<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>. "There's a security office<span style="font-style: italic">somewhere</span>in this building. There absolutely has to be." But<span style="font-style: italic">where</span>, was the question. He could ask himself that until he was blue in the face and he still wouldn't have an answer. "Might be locked, might not. Probably a metric ton of monitors and computer towers. If they've got electricity for this alarm to be going off, try and see what<span style="font-style: italic">else</span>is online. And try not to die!" he called out above his head as an afterthought, hoping she could make it in through the window alright without cutting herself.<br/><br/>He waited in silence for a few moments, absentmindedly kicking at the ground beneath his feet. He started contemplating the ways he could even be remotely useful from out here, but he was violently jolted from his thoughts when he was suddenly pushed forward. He stumbled over his feet, but to his credit he didn't fall. He felt a little proud of himself for it, but it could've been the surge of adrenaline he'd been experiencing since he made the connection about the alarms. "You could at least tell me where you're going," Marcus in a high-pitched wine that Lex guessed was supposed to be mocking him.<br/><br/>So Lex mocked his brother back. "Don't run off and it wouldn't be an issue."<br/><br/>Marcus looked straight ahead at the building, then tilted his head to look up at it. Every other level had a fog light up front, but the second floor - the first floor that had an accessible window - was the only light that was flashing in a bright white glare. "...So, electricity, huh?" he asked, wondrous. He'd still been so young when the Realians attacked that he didn't have a decent memory of what it was like to just experience electricity on the daily. Sure, he worked with machines and small electronics, but that was nothing compared to rooms<span style="font-style: italic">full</span>of light. He could still more or less remember how luxurious it was, but it'd been so long that he probably didn't miss it as much as Lex or their mother did.<br/><br/>Lex grinned, for the first time that Marcus had seen in a while. "Fucking brilliant, right?" he asked, absolutely giddy with excitement. "Can you<span style="font-style: italic">imagine</span>what it would be like if we actually had power? Running water?<span style="font-style: italic">Heat?</span>" His voice trailed off into a fond sigh. Marcus just hoped that his brother wasn't setting his hopes too high.