He contemplated taking Mea up on her offer of the portable dvd player, but knew that in his present state of mind there was no way he'd be able to focus on a movie, he was too distracted with other thoughts that continued to plague his mind. "Thanks but that's alright... unless you've got some Tarantino flicks in there, I doubt I could focus on anything right now..." He said with a warm tone, he really wanted to have more of a conversation with Mea, but knew that with two other team members around at all times, and the protocol that came with speaking to a superior in such a formal manner, that the chances of a one on one talk with her was highly unlikely.<br/><br/>His blue eyes shifted to Yousef's form as the gargantuan man tried to squeeze his way into one of the suits that was obviously several sizes too small, though large enough to completely swallow Marcus form completely. He heard Yousef's comment about his 'amazing body armor being no match for himself' and it brought a few chuckles from Marcus, a playful, slightly mischevious grin spreading across his lips, "That.... or maybe you should lay off the Big Mac's a bit..... just a thought." He said with another small laugh.<br/><br/>He let out a soft yawn, bringing a fist up to his mouth for a few moments until it subsided. His fatigue had finally caught up to him, he'd been training non-stop with a renewed passion for the last week straight, and had been too anxious over the mission to sleep the night before. He began to remove the different weapons from various parts of his form, laying them on the extra seat infront of himself. First his longsword in its intricately designed sheathe, followed by a set of very wicked looking curved daggers, and then several handfulls of throwing knives from various parts of his clothing, another set of serrated daggers, finally another set of knives hidden in secret compartments on the outside of each boot. He arranged them on the seat, making a small pile of deadly, razor-sharp blades.<br/><br/>He paused as he realized everybody was watching him pulling the small arsenal of weapons from his person, his icy blues scanning their various faces with a sheepish kind of grin. Marcus never liked to be without a weapon, he always wanted to know that he had atleast two backup weapons if he lost the ones he was using. "What....? I like to be prepared..." He said with another chuckle.