Marcus was pleased to hear the voice of another person in the area, but the man who it had come from didn't exactly calm him much, if at all. The tattoos patterned across his tall, muscular body made him hesitate for a moment, but the fact that it was English- clear English, no less- that let him let down his guard. maybe this simply WAS an elaborate prank, planned by his peers to cause him to freak the hell out. 

That was most certainly not the case, though. In fact, it was more likely that this person, given his question, was caught in the same situation; why else would he be asking him for information?

"Nah, got no clue where the hell we are, nor when the heck we arrived here. Doesn't help that the place has absolutely zero landmarks to give us any indication of where we are." Marcus responded, walking closer to the man as more people around them seemed to making up around them. The older man, who, to Marcus, seemed to be some sort of rancher, was already at work making some sort of weapon. Through Marcus was about to ask where he obtained the shafts for the spears in the first place, the sight of the next person- if she could even be called that- caused him to check his eyes to see if they were working correctly.

"That... That is... A fox girl. Okay. I'm... Pretty sure this is some sort of joke. Gotta be, right?" he asked himself incredulously as he looked at her.
Moving animal ears. Check.
Moving fox tail. Check.
Well. Something was definitely weird here. Hopefully, he wasn't the only one seeing this; the ol' rancher-looking guy didn't seem too fazed by it at all.