Marcus eyed the van as the back door swung open and Mea spoke with the man inside. "Another van...? Here at Trionfo... we love our quality time with one another..." He muttered under his breath in a joking tone as he walked towards the van, following behind Mea. He made sure to keep his eyes respectfully away from her backside as she climbed into the van. Not that he wasn't tempted to peak, but he did happen to possess a few gentleman elements in his behavior, believe it or not. He slipped the strap of the duffel bag over his opposing shoulder, and then stepped upwards into the confines of the van's interior itself.<br/><br/>Marcus could feel his blood pumping faster than normal, flooding his system with adrenaline at the upcoming mission. Even though it wasn't supposed to be a dangerous mission, atleast this first part wasn't, he always made sure to be prepared for whatever might happen, and that meant keeping himself on high alert. Even if he tried to relax, he wouldn't be able to, his mind was already committed to the possible actions he might have to take, and it was making sure his body was in prime condition to react if enough stimuli was presented.<br/><br/>He watched Mea as she spoke to the man for a few brief moments, his eyes unreadable as he observed her features changing and distorting with her words, the slight mannerisms of her jaw and lip-line, even the body language of her hands as she spoke, he found each of these appealing, and each of these so similar to Rachel.... he wondered if he would ever be able to get past the fact that she constantly reminded him of her. He needed to have a conversation with her later, once they'd grown a bit more comfortable around one another, he just wondered if he would ever have the chance with the other two around constantly.