Lex was grateful when Marcus didn't protest further. He didn't exactly say anything in the affirmative, either, but his footsteps definitely stomped out of the room. He was even more grateful for Blue's generosity.<br/><br/>"Please," Dicen said, struggling to prop himself up onto his elbows. With Lex's careful help, he managed to sit all the way up and bring his knees up again. He hugged them close to himself, both to try and warm himself, and to limit what studiously wandering eyes could see. When the woman that he'd never seen before approached, Dicen slowly reached out for her proffered jumper and tugged it overhead. He had to pull his hair out from underneath it; it was much, much longer than he remembered. He looked up to the stranger. "Thank you, Blue. My name is Dicen. It's nice to meet you, as well." He frowned and turned to Lex. "I can't... remember, Dr. Ascolani."<br/><br/>Lex smiled apologetically, and felt a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach. "You've been asleep for six years, Dice. I'm sure you don't remember much of anything right now." From somewhere to his side, something nudged him. Blue, he'd realized after she cleared her throat. Her tone was terse, succinct, and he knew that he had brought that on himself. Lex wrapped his arm around her as a way of apology, careful not to touch her with his hand, lest she get hydrogen sulfide on her, too. "Yeah," he whispered against her hair before he planted a kiss to the top of her head. "I am, yeah." He straightened himself out and took a breath. "I guess we just wait, for now."<br/><br/>When Blue and the doctor got closer together, Dicen caught the glimmer of light catching at her hip. "Do you plan to kill me?" he asked hollowly, nodding to the gun tucked at the back of her pants.