"Really? I guess I didn't really peg you for a sports person." He wasn't sure what he had pegged her as, exactly, but it decidedly was something that didn't willingly involve breaking a sweat. The photography sounded neat, though. He'd loved visiting art museums and photo galleries. It was sort of a shame that he couldn't appreciate anything like that these days. At her question, Lex grinned."Yes, I do; and no, I won't. I enjoyed doing it, I never said I was good at it. But photography, huh? I hope you haven't been taking clandestine photos of me without my consent. If anyone were to see photos of me in the vent, my life will be over. Think of the<span style="font-style: italic">tabloids.</span>" The fronts of his legs eventually hit something firm and his free hand shot out to guide himself down to his bed. His hand finally slipped away from hers and down into his lap. "There's gotta be a breaker box or something around here. Maybe with our dumb luck, flipping the breakers will bring the power back."