He said she was welcome and out of reflex Lexie looked down at her shoes. She couldn't help it. Again, she was used to being the caregiver, not the one taken care of. Hell, she wouldn't even let Karev take care of her, and it seemed like he really wanted to after he'd found out about her dad. She chalked it up to the whole situation just being something he understood, and not really his wanting to be 'there' for her. That look, though, from Andy made her quite certain that he was really trying to see her. Maybe he really did, despite her best effort at subterfuge.
"Pssssh, you're going to have to do better than Ketamine if you think you're going to get met to babble," OK, so maybe it was a bit of a half assed attempt at teasing. Maybe even a half assed attempt at bravado. Whatever it was Lexie was doing, it felt only half way there. She didn't want to be half baked or half cocked or half whatever. Though, it was probably more sheer exhaustion than anything else that kept the young surgeon from really being able to crank everything up to full speed. She'd get there. She had to.
When Andy started joking about not asking Elliot and calling her Doc Lex, it was hard for her not to laugh a little. His jokes weren't lost on her and as much as the big black cloud she'd been holed up under didn't seem to want to dissipate, the sunshine that was Andy seemed to be knocking that cloud out with a one-two punch.
"You'd think they'd have included some lollipops in the batch of medical supplies they'd sent in, huh? I mean, every hospital I've been in has had them as standard fare..." Her good arm looped back in his again, seeing as he didn't have any crutches and an arbitrary direction was chosen.
"I'm kind of bummed they turned my room into a death trap," she confessed, trying to make light of it all. "And they trashed my clinic," it was her clinic. It may have been started by Martha, but she felt like it was hers. Lexie shook her head. "When we get out of here, I'm going on vacation. Probably to a beach. A beach or maybe a desert. Or maybe on a cruise..." Yes, she was babbling because she was trying to think of places that were the least like the place she was right now. So, it meant she would not be going back to Seattle - because the humidity and the trees and the gloom might be far too easy to recognize there.