When she plopped down in the street Marcus simply stood in front of her, keeping people moving and not trying to move her. When the crowd started to thin he sat down in front of her, crossing his legs and sitting quietly. He could see that she was wearing her name tag still and would probably get it off eventually.<br/><br/>"It's best not to be alone when you feel this way, it's one of the reasons I wanted you to be near me", he said shrugging. Oddly enough he didn't need a cigarette at the moment, he didn't know why but didn't care enough to question it. "I doubt you want to talk about anything, but it would probably just be better if I watch and make sure you don't hurt yourself or someone else", he said as he leaned an arm on his leg.<br/><br/>Part of him considered just picking her up and carrying her somewhere more private but didn't want to make her any angrier than she already was. "I think you should come to my house, don't worry, I'm not in the mood for anything other than sleep", he said standing . He offered a hand to her, prepared to stay there all night if things came down to it.