"I think I'm actually the catch here," he joked. "I mean, I'm a doctor. That at least makes me an 8 by itself."<br/><br/>His head lulled to the side at the sudden shift in the mattress. "Or not chat?" he echoed, laugh trailing off and a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. She was dangerous, and every part of Lex was on alert. Every synapse was firing, trying to communicate to him that this was heading in a certain direction. But, he continued to tread the line anyway. "What did you have in mind? For our not-chatting, I mean," he clarified.<br/><br/>Elsewhere, Marcus had managed to make his way back inside the school, his backpack slung loosely over his shoulder. It had occurred to him just briefly to return to the garage and bother the Realian, but he immediately thought better of it. Instead, he continued on his mission. He was bound and determined to find some sort of edible something. He was starving, and there had to be a cafeteria in this place somewhere.