Something small and plastic hit him in the face, though Lex hadn’t really registered what happened at first. It hadn’t exactly hurt, per se, but he was<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>confused. “What.” And then Blue started speaking, and then he pieced together that she’d done more snooping than just going to the garage. His hands shot to his lap, where the small plastic something had fallen after it had smacked against his face, and his fingers idly traced the outline of the small, thin rectangle with his old retracting ID reel hanging at the end. “I see.”<br/><br/>Marcus had jumped to his feet as soon as he’d seen Blue come into sight, wielding bolt cutters and an ID badge, throwing the objects at himself and Lex respectively. The bolt cutters just sat at Marcus’ feet; his attention was elsewhere. “What did she mean?” he asked, choosing his words carefully lest he jump the gun. They’d just met this girl, and Lex deserved a chance to defend himself.<br/><br/>But that<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>explain Lex’s general dodginess.<br/><br/>Lex raised himself to his feet, one hand on his Venture Corp ID and the other stretched out in defense. He opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to change his mind mid-thought. His voice was apologetic. “You’re making a big assumption off of<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>little information,” he finally said, bracing to be hit with something else. He was thankful that Blue was still on the other side of the fence. However, he heard Marcus snatch up something<span style="font-style: italic">big</span>and he instinctively flinched. Those were probably the bolt cutters.<br/><br/>There were plenty of things that Marcus could have done. He probably could have hit Lex then, either with his fists or with the tool in his hands, but he didn’t. Instead, he took a deep breath. They would talk about this later. Marcus crossed the two or so feet to the fence, gripping the fencing that lay flush against the vertical metal poles with the bolt cutter and clamping down in the first of a series of cuts.