Marshall sighs. He turns to Angie, sits down next to her, and places his forehead to hers, trying to the best of his ability to calm her down.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">Shhh... He's not suffering anymore, Angie. He's resting now, it's over."</span><br/>He steadies his breathing, calms himself, hoping his own peace will be taken up by her.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">She's compassionate. Hopefully, that means I can calm her down...</span></span><br/>He sits there, quiet, no longer really caring weather the scientists realize. In any case, they probably have other matters to think of now. He also braces himself - if Angie decides that his punch deserved some sort of retaliation.