Marshall, as he's taken down by the suits, grunts, and begins yelling profanities as colourful and imaginative as your average acid trip. Several times, he attempts to cut open the net, but the wires do not yield - in the end, he tumbles helplessly into the massive room, grunting as he tangles himself up further.<br/><br/>Just as the door shuts behind him, he hears a distinctly female voice, though he's too tangled up to see her.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Nnngh..! Ugh, please do."</span><br/>As he is untangled, Marshall takes a good long look at the Eevee Gijinka before looking around him. He's shocked at the other experiments. He stands there, eyes wide, gaping, before finally summoning the words:<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I... Guess I was lucky, huh..?"</span><br/>He looks back at the Eevee. Rubbing his head, he mumbles something about psychic affinity, before getting up. Surprised at himself, he offers the girl his hand. He usually doesn't do formalities...<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Marshall. Marshall Jackson. Thank you for your help."</span><br/>No, this behaviour is definately not like him. Too formal, by far.<span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Why do I act this way?</span></span>