"Better sign up to the VIP list quick, because I just have so many other fans waiting in line." Blue laughed, swaying her arms as Marcus lead her to the cafeteria. She walked along the benches as they made their way to the kitchen, enjoying being the tallest for the briefest of moments. "Sure, I guess I can lend my superior strength." She snorted from above him.<br/><br/>When they were in the kitchen, she went to the freezer and pulled it open, looking at all the food inside. "Hey, if it's frozen, it means it won't be out of date yet, right?" She called, picking up a pack of chicken legs off one of the shelves. "Can we eat this stuff?"<br/><br/>She'd never been a cook, she could barely make egg on toast without almost burning herself and the eggs. Not to mention the mess she'd make and the confusion over which kitchen utensils were right for the job. When she lived at home, her father had maids and cooks, they never cooked for themselves. And then when she was kicked out... Well, there wasn't any food to cook anyway.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>"I think so." Russell called in response, not even surprised to see her talking to Lex. He placed the box down on an empty bed, picking up the multiple packs of painkillers and beginning to hand them around to the survivors. "Alright, everyone keep a pack in their bags, only use in absolute emergencies, we don't have much." He lied. He had to, he knew how people got around luxuries, they'd instantly forget how rare they were and they'd be back to having nothing in no time.<br/><br/>When everyone had a pack, he sat on the bed he'd chosen, unzipping his jacket and pulling it off. He folded it neatly and placed it at the foot of his bed, cracking his knuckles and resting his forearms on his thighs as he leaned forward. What a day.