The words came like sweet nothing from a drunk bar maid trying to get into his pants again, only this time he couldn't help but succumb to them as he felt his arm get heavy, his body in a free fall as his eyes felt heavy and closed on their own. Gritting his teeth as he fell to his back, although he could feel the man's boot on his arm he couldn't hear well, it was like he was at the end of a long long tunnel, and this man whispered at the other end about his arm or something. It was as if he had been sleeping for hours, his dreams more vivid than usual as he was on the ground his body still and quiet his mind racing with all that had happen. His own instincts told him this was right, that he had to wake up. Fighting the want of sleep he felt his body slightly twitch.<br/><br/>That twitch was enough for his hand to connect with the strange skin woman as he shot up awake just in time to hear the shorter human's comments and the CIAs. Groaning as he kept the gun pointed at the strange curious woman Marcus attempted to stand but stumbled and fell against one of the booth landing int he seat holding his head with one hand and his gun with the other.<br/><br/>Growling low in his throat he opened his sore feeling eyes at the robed man with a snarl "W-what in the hell was that?" His voice was harsh and scratchy as he heard the CIA broad start shouting as he put the revolver up into the air just as the strange woman said something in a language Marcus couldn't recognize if he wanted to. Closing his eyes he pulled the trigger back on the revolver making the loud .357 bang as he shouted feeling like he was in the middle of a four day hangover. "Could everyone please keep your voices down. Fuck man what the hell did you do you fairy dressing looking Spock?"