Marlowe laughs... the sound echoing in his head as shock threatens to take hold, but he snaps back to reality... he scrapes one worn boot on the tile as he scoots his way against the wall, using it for a brace as he begins to think about rising.  "Real fuckin' secure, eh?"  He laughs again, scraping his way higher up on the wall, leaving a red smear as he writhes his way back to his feet.  "I'm not your fuckin' lab rat, you tie-choking tosser.  So you'd better shoot me again, and this time you'd better bloody kill me.  Cause I'll eat your fuckin' wolves."