“Never underestimate the sleeping power of an introvert,” Lex told her, rising from his place on the bed before he and Marcus started moving. He spoke loud enough for his voice to carry over his shoulder just in case Blue wasn't close. “Sleeping is probably my favorite thing to do. Surgery was great and all, but nothing beats a nap.”<br/><br/>Marcus snickered to himself, reminiscing on days past when he'd go to visit Lex at the hospital and every single time the nurses would point him in the direction of the on-call room, where he would inevitably be snoozing away. “Yeah, with people like you and me,” he started, voice aimed at Blue as if directly talking to her would somehow make her talk back. “Tell us to enjoy ourselves and we'll go out and do something fun. Say it to Lex and he goes and sleeps for four days.”<br/><br/>It was painfully true; Lex couldn't even complain about it. What he could complain about, however, was the first gust bitterly cold wind that bit at his skin through his clothes when the door to the barracks swung open. “Fuuucking hell,” he groaned, moving to shove his free hand in his pocket. He brushed against something soft as he moved; a hand, he'd realized when their fingers ghosted against each other. His hand twitched instinctively toward hers before he slipped it into his pocket.<br/><br/>“So,” Marcus started, leading them toward the towering black building they'd investigated before. “You helped design these things, right?”<br/><br/>“This is a trick question.”<br/><br/>Marcus shook his head. “It's not,” he added, when he'd noted his mistake. “It's just.. You're the only one with inside information here. If you know anything about where these things are programmed to go-”<br/><br/>“-I would've already told you,” Lex cut in. “I'm behind the medical science and that's it. If they've got some sort of… hive mind, or have instructions to go somewhere, I have absolutely no clue. I wasn't that important.”<br/><br/>Marcus sighed. “I guess it was worth a try.”