Blue grinned, picking up two packs of bottles of water in either hand and beginning the way back to her private room. The bottles were heavier than she'd expected, the plastic handle cutting into her skin and making her whine, her walk becoming much more of a light jog. "He's an ass. Stick up his bum. She's an ass, too. I don't like either of them, they waltz in here and takeover.<span style="font-style: italic">We</span>got here first, and no one would be inside if it wasn't for a lovely young lady called Blue." She bragged with a grin. She wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">technically</span>wrong, she was the person who managed to get inside first and without her the two men might have been stuck outside for ages. Or dead. Who knew?<br/><br/>When they arrived in the tower, she dumped the water down on her new makeshift bed, ripping four bottles out for her and Marcus before placing the packs down on the floor to take to the other survivors. She wanted to make sure they had enough water to nurse their hangovers that they'd both no doubt have tomorrow morning.<br/><br/>___________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Russell groaned from the massage, it was painful - but in the good, 'this is going to feel really nice after' kind of way. He was no stranger to aches and pains, and he wasn't one to ever really complain either. But when Jenessa began to talk about her marriage once again he grunted and rolled his eyes, listening haphazardly to what she had to say. "No, it doesn't mean you love him, but it doesn't mean you don't either. So which is it? Do you love him or not?" He asked.