Lennon glanced at Felix's phone when he placed the two side by side, sneaking a quick look at the other man as he did so. Maybe it lightened his mood just a touch, and he was on the verge of asking if Felix was actually going to smoke that cigarette when he and Jack started talking about a Pocket Apache and some kind of Indian dude. Both references went right over his head; he definitely had gaps in his knowledge of some things due to the moving here there and yonder upbringing he'd had. It was what it was, though.
He looked in Edwin's direction as he moved ahead and then started to follow, asking, "...like what?" He had to admit he hoped it wasn't a pile of entrails or something. Damn, his mind was taking gruesome turns today. "Oh," he said when he got close enough to see what it was. The next logical question would be what made those scratches?, he thought.