Lex wasn't oblivious to the hesitation that Blue did so well to try and cover in her voice. "They could probably do it on their own, but Jenessa and Dicen could really use an extra set of hands. It helps maintain the sterile field if they're not constantly having to reach down to the tray to grab something," he explained, hoping she would take the hint. He'd rather not have to ask Marcus to do it. In spite of the hardass demeanor he tried to put on, the younger brother's stomach upset quite easily at the most benign things. Whenever Lex would try to talk about work at the dinner table, an impolite habit to be sure, Marcus would always clap his hands over his ears because he couldn't stand to hear about some of Lex's surgeries. "There's no incision, so no blood. And I'll be awake the entire time in case something somehow goes wrong."<br/><br/>"But there's no risk of something going wrong, right?" Marcus asked from Lex's other side.<br/><br/>After considering the question for a second, Lex finally shrugged. "There's no good way to answer that. 'No,' is the ideal answer, but there are possible complications to every procedure. I just have to trust someone not to stab me in the eye." By 'someone,' he most certainly meant Jenessa, but it was more in jest. If there was one thing he trusted her to do, it was to deliver quality medical attention, because anything less was below her and she knew it.<br/><br/>However, by the pointed silence he received in return, he got the feeling that Jenessa wasn't in the mood for jokes after his little stunt. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume you've never had any medical training," she said to Blue, ignoring Lex's quip entirely. Her voice was firm, but not hateful. "We're not going to be doing this today. We need to spend some time getting you familiar with things we're going to be asking you to do."