Lennon was being surprisingly neat here. It wasn't so much a fear of punishment-- although he wasn't keen on experiencing that jolt to the neck again-- as it was knowing this wasn't his actual place. Maybe part of it was a hope that if he behaved himself as much as he was capable he'd be returned to his normal life again. It was probably some weird psychological crap going on in his brain, but whatevs. He brushed his hands off into the sink and called it good.
"Yep, two older, one younger," he said to Marco's question. "You have any?" He couldn't remember if he'd asked Marco this before but he didn't think he had. So far as he could recall, he hadn't talked about family with anyone.