Marcus snorted at Blue's over-inflated sense of pride at getting them in, but he had to admit that it wasn't entirely misplaced. He would likely not be caught dead admitting it, but she<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>pretty good at getting them into places. And<span style="font-style: italic">out</span>of places, if her and Lex's escape through a ventilation shaft was anything to go by. "Yeah Jess is a fucking piece of work," Marcus admitted, dropping his backpack onto Blue's makeshift bed when they finally crossed into the tower. He unzipped his bag and unloaded the liquor and a few cans and packs of food, probably more than they'd need, but still leaving enough to take the majority back to the barracks. "But he's been here before. You notice how he just<span style="font-style: italic">led</span>us to the barracks? Like<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>was showing<span style="font-style: italic">us</span>."<br/><br/>The brisk wind had started to pick back up, and Marcus took note of it immediately when they crossed back outside. "We'll have to bring more blankets," he noted. He gasped and then grinned down at her. "<span style="font-style: italic">Drunk blanket fort?</span>It'll keep the heat in." Yes, that was the excuse he was using, because arguing that he just wanted to satisfy the dreams of his 12 year old self was almost kind of sad.<br/>_______________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Jenessa balked, almost forgetting that she was working on Russell's back, but only for a second before she continued. He was waiting for an answer, and even Lex rolled his head along the pillow to follow the direction of her voice. Like he was looking right at her. She locked eyes with him, and Jenessa had to wonder briefly if Lex knew<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>, too, the way he seemed to know everything else that was going on. Her lips parted to say something eloquent, but she faltered halfway through the first word and just said, "No."<br/><br/>Lex had heard enough. In a fit of anger, his hands shot to the sides of his pillow to retrieve his water bottle, fingers curling dangerously around it before he launched it in the direction that Jenessa's voice came from. After a few excited 'oh!'s and other small noises of surprise, Lex heard the bottle skid against the floor. "<span style="font-style: italic">Bullshit.</span>" He threw his legs off the side of the bed, standing to face the direction he'd thrown the bottle. "You're so fucking full of shit," he laughed thinly, dragging a hand through his hair. He had almost bought into her again. He'd almost bought into her<span style="font-style: italic">again.</span>Fucking unbelievable.<br/><br/>"What the<span style="font-style: italic">hell,</span>" Jenessa exclaimed, ducking her head down to avoid the bottle that came sailing her directly. It was still much too high to hit her, and instead landed somewhere behind Russell's bed, but she couldn't help the reflex. She twisted to look behind her, at the bottle of water that he'd thrown at her, and she was suddenly very aware of her own rapid heartbeat. She looked back at Lex and repeated herself. "What the<span style="font-style: italic">hell?!</span>"