"Jenessa," she responded carefully, eyes trained on the girl - Blue - that had just a few seconds earlier pointed a gun at her. She turned her head slightly to Russell at his inquiry before looking directly at Lex. She considered saying something for a moment, but in the end said nothing.<br/><br/>Lex repeated the word 'husband' under his breath, considering the way the word sounded on his tongue after so long. Marcus spared him a sharp look and looked to the giant, shotgun-wielding bear of a man. "Marcus," he introduced himself, jerking his chin to his shell-shocked brother. "And this is Lex."<br/><br/>"How did you get out?" Lex asked suddenly. It was his own, personally-detached way of asking if Jenessa was okay; if she'd managed to get out unscathed.<br/><br/>Jenessa looked up at the abrupt question. "Through the gate, just the same as you, I imagine. We only ran into one, but Russ is big and shotgun blasts are bigger."<br/><br/>Shifting his weight back, Lex scooted back to just sit barely on the edge of the desk. His legs felt like they were dangerously close to buckling out from under him. So she was with this... Russell... when the attack started? Who was he? "We have beds for days," he told them, with no consultation of his own companions. "We have running water, too, and the water heater works. How are your other survivors? And how many?"<br/><br/>Jenessa eyed him carefully, taking solace in the fact that he wouldn't notice. "There's seven of us together. Some of them had minor injuries but I took care of them." She paused, looking from Marcus to Blue to Lex again. Her expression faltered into one that exposed her exhaustion and desperation. "These people need somewhere safe, Lex."<br/><br/>"No."<br/><br/>"Excuse me?" Lex asked at his brother's interjection.<br/><br/>Marcus crossed his arms a little tighter over his chest. "I said, no," he repeated for clarification. He looked to his brother's expression - one that he could only strangely place as 'hurt' - and then back to Jenessa and Russell. He shook his head. "No. Your injured can stay, but you go."