For a moment Marcus lingered his gaze across to the hospital, watching closely, taking in every detail afforded to him by the sudden illumination afforded by the distant flash of lightning as it arced across the rolling storm clouds.  As Kristie spoke, Marcus pulled his eyes from the building and nodded softly.  Turning to watch as she began to prepare her gear; He was silently grateful that he had seen fit to slip his handguns through his belt as at least he had no cause to revisit his pack which he had left in the store and possibly bring attention to their actions.<br/><br/><em>“This will work.”</em>he echoed softly as his eyes fell once more against the building that stood steadfast in the grip of shadow.  He felt the weight of the Remington cradled in his arms and drew what comfort he could from the cold gunmetal before he started across towards the emergency ladder where Kristie was scoping out the parking lot below.  Marcus glanced back around to ensure that there were no prying eyes, but he guessed that both Dinah and Jake may be preoccupied elsewhere right now.<br/><br/>Anything he wanted to do?  Marcus smiled; the thought of finding a bar and drinking the optics dry in order to encourage some Dutch courage did spring to mind and he allowed a soft smile to crease his face, “I’m good.” he said in response to her question as he peered over the lip of the building into the darkness below.