"And 10s definitely don't abuse disabled people," he laughed. He resisted the urge to tell her that she hit like a 3. It probably would've gotten him shot, since she'd already alluded to the fact that she would do it.<br/><br/>Lex hissed in a slow, shallow breath when he felt Blue's nails ghosting over his skin in some haphazard design. She didn't press down too hard into the touch, but his skin was so hypersensitive at the moment that her fingertips still dragged trails of fire in their wake. He leaned into the touch, but only just. "I guess you'll have to prove me wrong then," he challenged, quirking an eyebrow. It was a game of cat and mouse, and Lex couldn't tell which one he was, or even what criteria he could judge that under. Whichever of them broke first would be the mouse, he supposed, and he was determined not to break.<br/><br/>The flashlight spilled a ray of light along the cafeteria's remarkably dusty tile floor, highlighting all of the dust particles in the air around him. The back kitchens were easy enough to find, but at first glance they were incredibly disappointing. Rotten meat still sat in the coolers that no longer worked, smelling of putrescence and decay. He almost might have left due to the smell alone, if he hadn't found the closet pantry. He grinned to himself, beginning immediately to load his backpack with dehydrated strips of jerky and crackers. Fucking jackpot. He was sure Lex and Blue could appreciate something to eat just as much as he could.