So everybody in this building was made of goo, he figured. Marth couldn't help but notice Jazz's resemblance to a human-shaped blob of strawberry jelly. It just made him hungrier after sitting in that box for three days straight. He could somewhat understand what Jazz was asking of him, and he replied in Japanese, though of course it wouldn't be of any use if she didn't at least have some basic ability to translate. Marth's closed body language loosened slightly as he realized what was about to come. He's already naked in the center of the room with several people staring at him.