<span style="color: #40BF00">"Alright, just be still. I'll be back in a jiffy.</span><br/>Marshall dashes off to get soem water, same as before, He finds a particularly large leaf, folds it double, and fills it with water. He jogs back and holds the leaf for Angie, allowing her to focus on drinking.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Not much happened while you were out. Well, something did happen. One of the scientists and two goons came out and applied some antidote on you. Which means you'll recover."</span><br/>He gives her a hug, and like before, uses this to whisper to her.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"And that gave me a better idea of how the staff here thinks. We're making progress, Angie. After experiencing a few tests myself, I will have the information I need."</span><br/>He lets go of Angie, looking a little distressed.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I don't look forward to the tests at all, though after seeing what you went through today. Can you make me a promise? I would like you to provide a little care should I ever befall a condition similar to yours."</span><br/>The stoic Marshall looks, at this point, genuinely nervous, for the first time since he appeared in the habitat. And he was, there was no mistaking it. Some of his cokiness had vanished like dew before the sun. He did, however, still seem hell-bent on escape.<br/>He looks at Angie, almost pleadingly.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Can you do that, Angie? Take care of me if I should be incapacitated?"</span>