"Why would he be mad at himself? He has a wife, and a brother and he's<span style="font-style: italic">fine.</span>" Blue answered, clearly not wanting to talk about the subject. As she walked alongside Marcus, she seemed to deter from the route he was leading them, not following him to the cafeteria like she said. "We're making a detour, come on." She instructed, not bothering to check if he was following her, though she really hoped he was as he was carrying her bedding.<br/><br/>She walked to the tower they'd broken into, walking straight through the double doors. She placed her bag down beside a sofa that sat opposite the desk and against the wall adjacent to the doors. It didn't look particularly comfortable, bought more for decoration than comfort, the black leather squeaking as she placed her hand on it. It was better than the floor though, even if the double doors did kind of freak her out, anyone could walk in at any moment.<br/><br/>"I'm not sleeping with 9 people." She informed him, pointing to the sofa for him to dump her bedding. "This'll do."<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>"Good." Russell replied immediately, watching Jenessa as she went through the medical supplies. He was a very serious man, the way he spoke indicated that even if you couldn't see his movements and expression. "I'll check out the infirmary anyway. More supplies will always be more useful. You'll have to check them over, I only know basic first aid." He explained, though she already knew that - it was more so Lex knew. "But first, let's get these people clean, comfortable and fed."<br/><br/>As the first lot of survivors returned from their showers, Russell guided the other half to the washroom before instructing the clean half to pick their beds and get comfortable.