Marlowe sips the coke and takes another drag from the cigarette, exhaling it slowly as he shook his head.  "He was bloody pissed was all.  Aside from that, nothing."  He half-smiles, trying to mask his awareness at how grave this situation must be, if they're so concerned that they'd speak to the likes of him about it.<br/><br/>He stays near the armed officer, knowing that, if it gets ugly, that pistol's his only hope.  He keeps an eye on the needle.  "That really won't be necessary, luv... I don't use the stuff."