"Little bit from column A, little bit from column B." Blue answered, leaving whatever she'd stuffed into her bag that she didn't need right now, like her change of clothes and nearly empty bottle of water. She'd grab another one for herself anyway. Once her backpack was significantly lighter, she pulled it back over her shoulders and nodded for Marcus to show her the way, pocketing her hands to keep them out of the cold. "You're welcome to take the floor." She snorted.<br/><br/>______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>"If you served him divorce papers, why are you calling him your husband?" Russell asked sternly, though he didn't wait around for an answer, picking his shotgun up from the bed he'd chosen and beginning to march towards the door to check out the infirmary. It was impossible to get the man to talk about feelings, most were convinced he didn't even have any.<br/><br/>Still, he made his way to the infirmary, steady and careful in case of any Realians or other nasty encounters he could face. He wasn't sure how long the three of them had been staying here for, but he wasn't willing to take any chances. The door swung open as he kicked it forcefully, slamming against a metal table behind it and causing a loud crash which made the man curse under his breath. He continued in, grabbing a large container and going through the cupboards, looking for any first-aid kits along with the medicine Jenessa had described to him.<br/><br/>It wasn't difficult finding first-aid stuff, he piled in gauze and anti-septic cream, wipes and gel along with some anti-biotics and painkillers. He fully intended to raid this room for all it could hold, but by the time he'd found the betadine as well, the container was almost overflowing and he decided he'd visit this room again later. The brute made his way back to the barracks, pressing his back against the door and pushing to get inside.