She still had that languid, strolling walk of hers, allowing Nate to pull a little ahead of her as they exited the room and maneuvered their way through the hospital. A few nurses that had treated her during the stay blinked in confusion at the hasty, hooded male leading her out of the building, and when they waved goodbye to her with question marks on their faces, Marcy flashed them an award winning smile, simply waved back, and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "Men. What can ya do?"

When they arrived in the reception area, Marlene made to walk towards the check-in counter where the usual business happened. But Nathan didn't stop, and the question mark that had been on the nurses' faces made a guest appearance on hers. "Wait, what about the papers?" she murmured at his shoulder, jogging to catch up with him. When he didn't respond, she just rolled her eyes and sighed, deciding to trust him with whatever he had planned. He probably had his ways of taking care of things. It was just as well; she had never really liked the bitch at the desk, anyway.

Marcy followed after him all the way down to the parking garage, enjoying the sound of their footsteps echoing in the stairwell as they went. She glanced around at all of the dormant cars in their invisible cubbies, playing a game with herself to see whether or not she could guess which was his.

Though he didn't really seem to know which one it was, either. An eyebrow inched itself up on her forehead as she watched him clicking the button on a set of keys. But again, deciding to just let him do his thing, Marcy kept her witty attitude contained to a smirk. Finally a beeping sound came from somewhere further down the lot, and she followed him to a shiny new BMW, like a gem in a sea of rocks. And it's been a while since she'd been in a gem as nice as this one.

Her jaw dropped. "Oh, my god." The thing was gorgeous. Marlene was never really into the mechanics, but you could never deny that the machines were beautiful. She'd been around nice cars her entire life because of where she'd grown up, but the damn car wasn't exactly going along with the inconspicuous vibe he was trying to keep up. Then again, it was D.C. Marcy realized this probably [b]was[/b] being inconspicuous.

She let out a long whistle. Never really one to ask whether she could touch, Marcy lay her hand on the vehicle and almost caressing it, let it run along its length until she reached the passenger side. "Nice perks." Then, a funny thought occurred to her. It wasn't exactly like she was super concerned, or anything. But the President doesn't usually man his own transportation, did he? "You still remember how to drive?"