"I'll call it inexperienced," she chided. Andy was really good at putting himself down, wasn't he? Well, playful or not, Lexie wasn't going to feed into that whole line of thoght at all. 'Uh huh,' he said, shaking his head, elliciting a bump from her hips. She would have elbowed him in the ribs; but the arm closest to him was the one in the sling, so minor hip check it was.
"I wonder if it has something to do with the green dye?" She speculated, it wouldn't surprise her if the dye had something to do with the nasty taste. Or, maybe the green was just sort of psychosomatic. Afterall, how many green things really tasted all that good? Grass? Nope. Green Jello? Icky. Green was a univeral color of 'don't trust this!' as evidenced by the fact that the universal color for slime is green.
Andy's hand ran up and down her arm in a playful action of comforting as Lexie shuddered in response to the thought of consuming anything green. Green lollipops in particular. "Those are some super secret connections you've got, then?" Another perfect opportunity for an elbow to the ribs wasted on a gimped arm. What a pair the two of them made down one leg and one arm respectively. "Oh," Lexie said at the mention of Martha. Maybe this 'Doctor' guy was a doctor, afterall? He did know Martha afterall, who was a physician. "I'm kind of sad I never got to meet her." She was, really. It was kind of like wanting to meet the person who'd put so much work into something you used. Though, it was probably an over romatacized notion.
As Andy moved away, Lexie again felt a hint of loss. Being held there, against Andy who'd seen her at her most vulnerable moment here was a comfort. There was noting to guard, nothing to pretend, nothing to turn on. Her back felt chilled and for a moment a flash of disappointment crept across her features, even as se tried to smile at his insistance he was never touching Ketamine again (she couldn't blame him on that one.)
"I'm really glad I met you, Andy," she said quietly, reclaiming her spot back against him. Her side had felt cold without him there. Her words might have been lost on the wind, but she turned her head, trying to discern if he'd heard her.