Marlowe rolls his eyes, knowing they were bound to happen upon a medical supply closet... and that might be just as important.  Rather than take the seat, Marlowe jealously eyes shotguns, assault rifles, and miscellaneous other longarms... mostly useless to him now.  Not that he wouldn't stock up in case he could make a break for it...<br/><br/>"Well, I'm used to rocks and sticks mostly, but I'll take a bullpup if it's got a sling..."