Something small hit Lex’s chest, and his hands immediately came up to steady Blue as she found her footing. So far, they hadn't died yet, which was a positive sign all things considered. And Blue wasn't shrieking in fear, so they probably weren't surrounded by Realians, which was also a plus. So far, so good; now if they could just make it home. Wherever home was, at this point. If he knew what buildings they were near, Lex could orient himself and get them home just fine. But he had become a creature of habit after he'd lost his sight. The only reason he knew where everything was, was due to the fact that he walked the same routes so many times that he'd committed the layout of Termina to memory. But crawling through vents and just dropping out somewhere had messed with his sense of direction.<br/><br/>And Blue made a valid point. It was so much easier to have Marcus help them.<br/><br/>Spindly fingers wrapped around the com device at his hip. As he removed it from his belt, Lex became increasingly aware that it had been biting deep rivets into his skin when he was hunched over in the vents. It hadn't broken the skin at all, but the sharp sting rolled over his hip in waves. “This button to transmit,” he told her, tapping a finger on a uniform black button on the right side. He handed it over fairly reluctantly. That was a military-grade communication device, and he highly doubted he'd get his hands on another one anytime soon. He said a silent prayer to whatever deity was listening that she didn't break it. “When you talk to him, tell him to start packing if he hasn't already. We shouldn't be far off.”