After several futile attempts to engage in conversation with the others, Marshall had to admit in the end that his anxiety had gotten the better of him. He could not engage in conversation. Returning to Angie, he gets to her side just in time to see the door open. As the scientist spoke to him, he grunted.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I'm not retarded, you despicable piece of -"</span>the following curses were as colourful and imaginative as your average acid trip, to the shock of the guards and mild amusement of the scientist.<br/>Marshall steps aside, though.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Have it done with, then. And stop pointing at me with that needle tosser, you moron, you're embarassing yourself. I'm not stupid enough to act up in these conditions."</span><br/>The scientist grins as Marshall says this.<br/>"Really? I seem to remember you doing a fair share of plotting."<br/>Marshall scoffs.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Let's call a spade for a spade, shall we? It's natural to plot one's escape - and to be honest, I think I am better equipped than most - but this is not the time and we both know it. I won't say I'm not planning anything - we both know I'd be lying - but I'm a strategist."</span><br/>He folds his arms and looks at the scientist with resounding contempt.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"And so are you, sir, so you know I'm right."</span><br/>The scientist smiles condescendingly at Marshall.<br/>"I'm looking forward to it. Your escape attempt will provide valuable data, I am sure."<br/>Marshall narrows his eyes.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Don't push your luck, sir. I <span style="font-style: italic">am</span> fast enough to avoid those little needles your goons have."</span><br/>At this, the scientist merely grins, before turning and exiting the room, without further comment. Immediately after his departure, Marshall turns to Angie, trying to shake her awake.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Angie. Angie, wake up. C'mon."</span>