People had obviously started to arrive and disappear, and that meant he was behind. Though Marcus had thought about doing whatever came up first alone and rogue, he was approached by a ridiculously dressed person.

[color=0054a6]"Hey there! How you doing! I'm Lance, apparently I'm a blue Ranger. So what do you make of this place?"[/color] He took the moment to look at this [b][i]'Blue Ranger'[/i][/b]. He looked like someone had just thrown together some plastic and paint then put it all into one in a Washing Machine. Perfect, more clowns.

[color=6ecff6]"Marcus..."[/color] He only said one name, as he intended on not hanging around this fool for long. He held out his hand and briefly shook the approaching [b][i]'Comrade'[/i][/b][color=6ecff6]"Infiltrator...What do I think? I think that this place is odd, but my opinion isn't of your concern, which I decide when it is or isn't. Next time...Think about talking to someone who actually wants to have a conversation..."[/color] It was a rude approach, but that was what Marcus was. He was only rude due to his awful social skills. He had managed to finally build confidence to talk to people, though not to talk to them the entire way he wanted. It was true, he was not a great person in his own eyes. His reputation was as low as his own self-esteem.