For Lexie, leaving wasn't yet an option, if only because she didn't know what else to do, reasonably certain that she was right about the boy's identity. If she hadn't wanted to push for information when she was with the Sawyer she knew, she absolutely wasn't going to now, when there was still a part of her that had to wonder. It wasn't really the point, anyway. Something about him just seemed so sad, and she was hard-pressed to ignore that, teeth worrying at her lower lip as she looked over at him.

"Is it someone here?" she asked quietly, after a few moments' silence. "Who you're writing to." Either way, it wouldn't really tell her anything, but as he hadn't told her to go, there was, she thought, no harm in asking.