Marl growled and leaned against the door frame, "Connor may trust you, but I don't" he said, clearly not going to let her in. "You're wasting your time, Becky. I won't go crawling over to him and make up" He said, in a tone that said to drop it. 

he noticed her attitude towards him, and found that it was slightly odd, as if he was someone who deserved coolness towards him. He sighed, and stepped aside, letting her in. Marl might be a grumpy old man, but he was gentlemanly and gentle at times. 

"You're just a passerbyer in all this, I'm sure. You don't know everything" He said, and managed to calm his tone. If wasn't her fault, he thought that Connor was being an ungrateful child. The thing was, Marl's only family was Connor, even if they weren't blood related. "Even if you are a hunter, which I highly doubt"