Marshall, upon hearing Angie again, groans once more.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Please tell me I did not say anything exceedingly stupid. I can only half remember the first few seconds of being awake."</span><br/>As Angie presses the leaf to his lips, he bites off the tip of the leaf and spits it out, making a sort of makeshift mouthpiece. he drains the leaf of water in two enormous gulps, before taking a deep breath.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"More, please. They kept me destroying targets for a full four hours, or its equivalent."</span><br/>As his wooziness wears off, it's clear he's been driven to exhaustion. While he seemed somewhat alert when he was still waking up, the fatigue is beginning to show dangerously - pouches form under his eyes and his lips are dry and cracked. Not to mention that every vein on his body seem visible - one can see the blood pumping through some, and it is pumping fast. A quick check would reveal that, even through the lingering effects of the tranqilizer, Marshall's heart rate is through the roof.