Marlowe seems to genuinely consider the suggestion... "nnno, not really... but, then again, I was at the docks..."  he scans the armory quickly, fighting back a wave of nausea and weakness from the eminent shock.  "Got any epinephrine in here..?"  Again, a mention of the drunks... "What the hell's going on out there..?  Is it some kind of biological attack?  Birdflu?"<br/><br/>Something about the soldier seemed genuinely concerned... he makes sure that the doorknob works from inside before letting the door close gently, silently.