The highly unusual answer from a loony Marshall took Angie totally offguard. She stared at him, "Um.... Marshall? You ok?" It could only be assumed that it was the overload of darts that caused him to be so crazy. At the mention of water, she gave a small nod, and went towards the little pond nearby with a large leaf, just as he did for her.<br/><br/>Once she got back, though, he seemed more connected with reality, thankfully. "You better now?" she asked softly, helping him quench his thirst. Thankfully, other than being drugged, he didn't seem too worse for ware.