Marshall gets up, blinking. He takes a moment to looks around him, and remember what had happened. He groans.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Ugh... Oh. Hey. Good morning. What is it?"</span><br/>He rubs the sleepiness from his eyes, awake and alert in a few seconds. As he sees the other subject fly towards the end of the large room, he frowns.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Feeding time at the zoo. How horribly appropriate."</span><br/>He looks back at Angie.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"How are the rules where this is concerned? Equal share, first come, first serve, or survival of the fittest?"</span><br/>The question is delivered with such cold indifference that, had it not been for the gentle smile lurking on his face, he may have been confused with a sociopath.