Marcus only stayed for a single drink before deciding that he should go. He had no idea about his follower, and simply put his glass upside down on the bar before standing up and walking out of the bar. He was stopped by the voice of the bartender calling out to him. The man turned around to look at her and to hear what she had to say. His red eyed locked with her jade ones for a moment. Her eyes usually showed confidence and mischief, but now they were looking at the robotic man with a bit of respect for what he had done and what he was doing.

"Thanks for cleaning up the bar. If you're really going to clean out the base of those scum, use this. I hate them just as much as you seem to do." She tossed him a simple pistol with an electric blue paint job on it. It was obvious that it was custom made, and Marcus digistructed it away before nodding to the woman.

"Thanks. What's your name?" He asked her, taking a step back into the bar. If she was going to be his informant, he might as well know a bit about her. He wasn't an impersonal man. 

"Mary. And yourself?" She could tell that he wasn't just doing all of this to too her. As she spoke her name, she could feel like time around her was slowing down as her name appeared behind her, along with a subtitle below the name. Maybe she was just imagining it in her head, or maybe it was happening in real life. Which one it truly was, she couldn't tell. The font of her name was rather large and gothic, with the bottoms of each of the letters appearing to be dripping blood. The look of the letters and background severely betrayed her actual appearance, but her clothes and outward appearance may be just a ruse to hide what she really is.

"BLOODY MARY"

"Puts the 'laughter' in 'Manslaughter'"

"Marcus." He replied to her with a nod, silently thanking her for the gun, the drink, and the push in the right direction.Sure he might have gotten what he wanted eventually, but his encounter with her made things easier for him. Although a name and subtitle didn't appear around him, he did see the one that appeared around Mary once she spoke her name. Maybe it was some sort of ECHO interface thing? He wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it gave him a small tidbit of information about his informant. "I'll see you in the future." He said to her as he walked out of the bar and stopped at the vending machine outside of the establishment. It was a Tourge-tough vending machine, similar to the ones that Mr. Tourge himself used during his campaign of carnage several years ago. It had bright orange just about everywhere, and a picture of the company owner with one of his own rocket launchers on his shoulder.

"WELCOME TO THE TOURGE-TOUGH VENDER! YEEEEEEEEAH!"

Marcus looked at the selection of weapons for a moment before sighing. There was nothing good at the moment, and he was perfectly fine with what he had to be honest. He had two guns that he believed to be fairly good. His robot companions were currently non-functional due to the fact that he was doing heavy testing on them, so it would be just him for the time being.