Marcus didn't bother to protest her accusations that Lex was just fine. He knew his brother pretty well, he thought, and nothing about him was 'fine.' Stupid, maybe, but not fine. He didn't mention as much, though. Lex was obviously the last thing that Blue wanted to talk about. Instead, he just kept her quiet company as she led them to the tower. She made a beeline to an extremely uncomfortable-looking sofa. Marcus regarded it with skepticism, but deposited the bedding all the same.<br/><br/>"You're going to freeze in here," he warned her, but began to straighten and fix the duvet to stretch over the cold leather sofa anyway. He made a silent note to grab another blanket from one of the other beds and bring it out to her later. "So is this really you just not wanting to sleep with nine people? Or is this you not wanting to be around Lex?"<br/>__________________________________________<br/><br/>Jenessa made a small murmur of delight when Russell offered to check out the infirmary regardless. "Would you? I think we could use more gauze pads, and betadine if you can find any. They're usually in big multi-use containers. Brown liquid, will probably say povidine-iodine somewhere on it." She moved from Lex's bed to Russell's side as they waited for the survivors to shuffle around, and then they split again; Russell issuing instructions and Jenessa darting from bed to bed to make sure everyone got comfortable, and giving them each a once-over to determine what sort of treatment they'd need, if any at all.<br/><br/>Lex stood awkwardly, shifting his weight from side to side and not really knowing where to go. That is, until a small and petite someone hugged his arm. His immediate hope was that it was Blue, and she and Marcus had returned, but he knew that it wasn't. Jenessa led him to his bed, and stayed with him until he sat down, but then her footsteps were gone again. He could hear her talking to Russell from a distance away, but he couldn't distinguish what they were saying. His nails bit into the palms of his hands before he realized his hands had curled to fists, and he quickly released them in favor of throwing himself back to lay down.<br/><br/>From a good bit away, at least out of Lex's earshot, Jenessa crossed her arms loosely and looked over the small crowd of survivors as she talked to Russell. Her voice was just loud enough to be heard, and low enough to keep this inevitably embarrassing conversation just between the two of them. "I served him divorce papers," she promised, finally gathering the courage to look up at Russell. "He refused to sign them. Or-" She sighed, massaging her temples to stave off a forming headache. "I don't know. I served him divorce papers."