Marcus paused halfway through his egg roll as he watched Yousef thunder into the room, well thunder only because each footstep seemed to cause miniature earthquakes. His eyes read nothing as he surveyed the man's battered form. The guy definately was a 'tank' in all descriptions of the word, Marcus had more than his fair share of battle scars lining his athletic body, but most of them remained hidden under his clothing, except for the small scar running vertically down his left eyebrow. Marcus' eyes shifted to Mea as she spoke towards Yousef, concern evident in her voice. There was good reason for her concern, Yousef seemed to be radiating anger and barely caged chaos. However it seemed that as soon as Mea spoke to him, Yousef's attitude did a complete one-eighty and he seemed to be all smiles and jokes once more.<em>Guy's got it bad...."</em>He thought to himself, feeling a bit of sympathy towards the mammoth of a man.<br/><br/>He listened to Yousef's comment about him being the one to wear the red shoes and couldn't help but laugh, a wide grin spreading across his lips, his eyes seeming to smile as well. "Actually I think you're much prettier than Dorothy, Yousef. But if you insist on me rocking the red shoes.... well alright but if you grab my ass then it's on..." He said in a playful tone, hoping that the former animosity that seemed to be shared between the two was finally extinguished and they could move towards getting along with one another.<br/><br/>"Before you go in Rambo-style... let me slip in first, if anything else I'll be able to take out atleast four or five of them before we're discovered..." He mused, already thinking ahead to the mission. Marcus was a master of stealth, easily able to move through the shadows without even the slightest of noises. If it did come down to a firefight, Marcus would simply have to resort to his throwing knives and slipping in close range with his blades, the only problem that posed was that he couldn't dodge or deflect every bullet, many would get through and even though he could take a great deal of damage, one well placed shot would be enough to take him out. If he could help it, he'd rather thin their numbers before they charged in guns blazing.