Lex exhaled a trembling breath, subconsciously leaning into Blue's touch. She brought him back down to reality. "Yeah..," he trailed off once his head stopped swimming. A hand came up to cover one of Blue's, holding it steady so he could bury his face against it. She made a good point. This compound was their saving grace. He didn't know where they would even begin to think to go next.<br/><br/>His heart still threatened to burst from its cage, but with a newfound sense of rationality, he kissed the palm of Blue's hand and stood up straight. "This wasn't a prank," Lex decided, shaking his head. The military wouldn't go to such elaborate extents for some god forsaken prank. But if it wasn't live, and it wasn't a prank, then what was it? "But I think we need that notebook."<br/><br/>It could have been a recorded interview? Had there been two tapes, or had he accidentally continued the first tape when he hit those buttons? The concept of a recorded interview seemed absurd. She had said his name so clearly, and her words were a warning instead of an answer to any sort of structured question. What did the military possibly want with his mother?<br/><br/>"That was her, though, Blue. I'm sure of it." He didn't know who he was trying to prove it to: her or himself.