Lex mused, "Something tells me ours are meetings that this room wasn't intended for." He couldn't even begin to imagine the looks of horror on the faces of whatever stuffy old men sat to meet in this room, if they were to find out what Lex and Blue were using it for. The thought of upsetting hardass military higher-ups was satisfying. More satisfying, however, was the feeling of Blue's skin against the backs of his fingers. They lay apart, and Lex was thankful for the suddenly cool air against his skin, but he idly traced some sort of pattern against her leg.<br/><br/>She moved slightly, though, and Lex whined and lazily reached for her until she returned to him. With water bottles, he realized when she put one in his hand. He said his thanks and took the water in long sips, like he'd been so vastly dehydrated for so long. He did eventually separate himself from the bottle, but he knew he'd be back for it.<br/><br/>Blue's question sort of caught him off guard, and he chuckled against her lips. "Something with plenty of zeroes," he answered. He sank back into the makeshift bed they'd thrown together, moving to brush away the hair that still clung to his face and neck. If he hadn't needed a shower before, he definitely needed one now. He'd have to convince Blue to join him later. "What time is it, even? I'm sure our disappearance has been noticed by now. Marcus probably stressed himself out looking for something to interrupt."