"No the fuck you won't," Marcus muttered to himself as he started on Russell's heels, side by side with Blue. He would never presume to say it loud enough for the shotgun man to hear, lest he get shotgunned, but he was definitely going to chaperone these assholes that just walked in and acted like they owned the place. He supposed that he and Lex and Blue had done the same exact thing, but that was different. There was no one here when they got here, so this place was theirs by rights. Or something.<br/><br/>Jenessa barely sidestepped before Blue walked past her, but Marcus went out of his way to hit her with his shoulder on the way out. She daggers into the back of his head as he walked away, absently rubbing the place on her arm where he'd hit before she turned to Lex. "Your friend seems awfully surprised to find out you're married." She clicked her tongue playfully as she crossed over to a respectable distance away from him.<br/><br/>"I can't say I blame her," Lex started, deciding quickly to leave out any personal details about he and Blue. "I mean,<span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span>surprised I'm married. I haven't heard you call me your husband in years. Since before you put papers in front of me and told me to sign, actually."<br/><br/>"Well, you refused to sign, so that's what you are, right?" Jenessa asked after an awkwardly long second. "My husband?" Lex clicked his tongue in a resigned<span style="font-style: italic">tsk</span>. He had to admit, there was a part of him in the deepest, darkest, most unspoken-of recesses of his brain that enjoyed the way the word sounded on her lips. It made him hate himself just a little bit more. To fill the conversational void that Lex had created, Jenessa spoke again. "What is this place?"<br/><br/>Lex shook his head, not in a sort of refusal, but just because he didn't know what else to do. "We don't know," he admitted. He left out their theory, or the cryptic message about making contact. "It had to be important, though. Marcus had to work on this door for a while. So who's Russell, exactly?"<br/><br/>Jenessa laughed. It was a sickeningly sweet sound, and one that reminded Lex of poisoned honey. "So you're the<span style="font-style: italic">jealous</span>husband now," she teased, leaning forward to grab his hand. Lex took it instinctively, though he wasn't dumb to how she expertly dodged his question. "Come on. We can talk over everything at the barracks. And then you can tell me what those noises were that we heard coming from this place, and what the next move is."<br/>_________________________________________________________<br/><br/>It took Marcus until about the halfway point to the barracks to feel a pang of guilt for how he acted. Walking amongst the pained and grief-haunted faces of survivors who had very obviously seen more shit than he had, had knocked him down two or three pegs. Their group was being led not by Marcus or Blue, but by Russell. Like he knew where he was going. Like he owned the place or something. None of the other survivors talked to them, or much at all for that matter. To break the monotony, Marcus elbowed Blue and leaned down so she could hear.<br/><br/>"Who the fuck is this guy," he whispered, though it was more of a conversational filler than one with an actual expectation for an answer.