It hadn’t even occurred to Marcus when he threw the name out that this was a complete stranger, and of course Lex was bound to keep that part of his life to himself. Even between the two of them, Jenessa was rarely if ever a topic of conversation. Nine times out of ten, Lex bristled and recoiled at the name, and here Marcus was, throwing her name around like it was any of his business.<br/><br/>“I guess you could call her my sister,” Marcus said awkwardly as he pushed his duffel down, struggling to get the zipper over the massive bulge, but gave way after a second and his bag finally closed. He'd never called her that before, even though she was technically his sister-in-law. It felt a little sacrilegious calling her anything but Satan, and he suddenly felt like he needed to wash his mouth out. “Her stuff is in Lex’s room.” Because for reasons he was entirely unaware of, Lex had kept all of Jenessa’s things that she’d left him to deal with. Old clothes, mostly, but there were other odds and ends and general miscellaneous junk that she didn’t want to take with her. At the question of his mother, Marcus’ stomach sank. They didn’t have time to search for her if they didn’t know where to start looking, Marcus told himself in his best Lex-voice. “We need to make sure we’re safe and alive before we think about starting to look for mom. The munitions warehouse sounds as good a place as any to get our bearings.” That was enough of that conversation. “His room’s two door’s down on the left.” Marcus twisted at the waist and pointed in the direction down the hall.<br/><br/>Indeed, two doors down on the left, Lex stood on his knees at the edge of his mattress, leaning over and running his fingers along the shelf that was built into his headboard. Everything that he generally needed day-to-day, he kept above his head while he slept. Two inhalers, neither of which were his but were useful to have around, he snatched up. One in his pocket, one in his duffel bag. A pocket knife, of course going into his pocket. His glasses were there, too, for whatever that was worth. Those could probably stand to get left behind.