Marcus blinked at Blue's spontaneous outburst of packing her things and stripping her bed. He jerked the pillow and duvet from her grasp, carrying them instead as he followed her out the door. From a spare glance over his shoulder, he could see Lex turn his head to follow the sound of Blue leaving. It was almost kind of pitiful, and Marcus was glad to shut the door to not have to look at his brother for the moment. "So, do you plan to move into the cafeteria, or...?" his voice trailed off as he shrugged. "I mean, smart move on your part. I'd wanna be close to the food, too."<br/><br/>It was extremely apparent that Blue didn't want to talk, but that never stopped Marcus from prolonging a conversation before. And, besides, she looked like she needed to vent. "Guarantee that you're not as mad at him as he is at himself," Marcus assured her. He and Blue hadn't quite had a chance to actually talk about his brother, aside from him letting her know that she was a distraction, so he had no way of knowing to what degree she was invested in whatever they had. She was obviously invested enough to be hurt and pissed enough to just pack up and leave.<br/>______________________<br/><br/>In the absence of Blue and Marcus, Lex regressed into his antisocial shell. He was surrounded by a bunch of people that he didn't know, his estranged wife, and the man that she refused to tell him about. "Good," he heard Jenessa say as she dragged him along. They stopped eventually, and Russell's voice was close enough that Lex instinctively took a step back. There was a reason Jess had so pointedly ignored his question about Russell, and Lex was determined to hate the man by default until he found out. "I saw an infirmary near where we came in. If it has supplies, I can see what I can do for the people that need sutures and wound dressings."<br/><br/>"I should already have everything you need," Lex finally piped up. "In my bags. I've got prolene, nylon, epinephrine, numbing agents... You name it, I've got it in a kit somewhere."<br/><br/>Jenessa nodded slowly, and fondly. "Impressive," she complimented, dropping Lex's hand as she crossed over to where she recognized the duffel bag that he always took with him when they were traveling. She pulled open the zipper, quirking an eyebrow immediately at the inhaler sitting immediately inside. It was hers, undoubtedly, and likely very, very expired. Jenessa actually couldn't remember the last time she'd had an asthma attack. Still, it was kind of sweet that Lex brought it. "Doesn't albuterol expire,<span style="font-style: italic">doctor</span>?"<br/><br/>"It loses potency, but yeah that probably tastes<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>bad. Try not to suck at breathing."<br/><br/>That earned a small snicker from Jenessa as she pulled out the fine leather medical cases, occasionally popping one open to examine the contents and humming in approval. When she examined the last one, she looked at Russell over her shoulder. "He's right, we've got everything we need. Or should, anyway. Once they're clean, I'll get to work on the wounded."