Lex nodded along with Charlie, it made sense for them all to go together and gain more supplies then sending out only a handful of the small group and coming back to nothing but un-dead bodies and the stench of death. It made Lex shiver, just thinking of how most cities had the tange of copper in the air, old musty copper from all the dried blood. It wasn't a pleasant thought at all, he'd have to ask Lara about smelling salts again, speaking of the Medic of the Group.

[color=9e0b0f]"Lara,"[/color] he spoke softly, almost out of the corner of his mouth. [color=9e0b0f]"Anything left to help keep panic attacks down?"[/color] He hated asking. He was twenty-seven years old, and not even the youngest of the group ask for something like that. His thoughts ran away from him again and he really did not want to go into a panic and get left out of gather supplies.

More loudly to the group he stated as calmly as he could, [color=9e0b0f]"Hopefully, we'll find better food supplies, haven't cooked anything in a while. Don't need those skills going down, even if it isn't with fresh produce."[/color]

Speaking of food, he still hadn't eaten and he wasn't sure about the rest of the group, [color=9e0b0f]"Speaking of food... has anyone even eaten yet? Or should we just snack and come back and eat then?"[/color] Lex wasn't a leader, he wasn't a follower either, but he'd leave the decision making to the others. If he really didn't agree. He'd leave... Die horribly probably if he left, but rather keep what was left of his honor that wasn't shredded by what he had to do to his parents.

His eyes shifted around, taking everyone in. This was going to be an interesting debate if they were going to eat before hand. Even afterwards.