"I'm sorry again. I shouldn't have laughed out loud. Nice to meet you Conell.".

“Don't worry about it. I'm still just a little worked up I guess. Cool to meet you too, as long as you keep your handcuffs away from me.” Conell chuckled, walking away a bit and leaning on a car. 

Conell was still deep inside his own head when Marshall and Luke walked off a little to discuss whatever the fuck it is they needed to discuss. It made Conell kind of paranoid but there wasn't much he could do about that at the moment. In the mean time he simply checked his MP5 was loaded and made sure the safety was on. He didn't need to go firing shots and get himself killed by a probably already jumpy group.

"Do you know what are their names? I mean you have been with them for a while, right?"

“Magnum man's Marshall. Machete dude is Luke.” Conell spoke simply. “Yeah, I've known them for a long, long time. “ Conell smiled, speaking sarcastically. “No, I've known them for approximately five minutes... So I would assume they're talking about us, but who knows.”

The cop then walked off too meet Marshall as he ended his apparently unsuccessful discussion with Luke. Marshall was pissed, as were most who felt deeply unappreciated. Still, it meant Conell could ride up front in the truck and that was cool with him. He got in the truck via the side door Marshall had opened for him, resting the MP5 by his side.

“Cheers Marshall.”