Of course Lennon was madly curious. What could have possibly spurred Marco into punching Owen? He desperately wanted to know, but he'd keep his word and not ask. Because yeah, it was nice to have people to hang with in a ridiculous place like this when you had no clue what might happen next. He didn't want to alienate someone with whom he felt some compatibility.
"No big plans," he said to Marco's question. "I'ma eat this sammich and then maybe go hit up the game room. I dunno. I change my mind from second to second sometimes." He tore off a paper towel to wipe up the mayo he'd dropped on the counter. "I'm not complaining. I'd rather a day like this than have them throw another big damn obstacle course at us, or something."