"Stabbed is putting it lightly." Blue snorted, sitting up and swinging her legs around so they dangled off the edge of the bed. "I was<span style="font-style: italic">tortured</span>. Handcuffed to a chair whilst my hair was tugged and my neck became a sketchpad." She huffed, running her fingers along the raised bumps of the numerous new scars she had gained. She wished she could see the damage. Did it look awful? Did her hair cover the ghastly sight? She supposed she'd never know. At least not for a while.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked up from the ground to Lex and Marcus as the latter asked questions. Dark brows rose above wide eyes as she remembered her previous realisation. "Oh yeah! You can see again." She grinned, pushing off from the bed to sit on the other side of Lex. She knelt beside him, her hand falling idly to rest on his shoulder as she listened to him speaking.<br/><br/>"I know we're stuck in God knows where, with a man who has<span style="font-style: italic">way</span>too much power, but it must be good to see again?" She asked, trying to point out the brighter side of their predicament. She knew they'd have to figure out how to escape at some point - and preferably sooner rather than later - but for the moment, it was nice to just rest.<br/><br/>She leaned over slightly, positioning her lips to whisper into his ear. "Thank you for keeping me alive."