Marcus just grunted,pushing himself to his feet and pressing a hand to his sore ribs as he moved. "I gotta change" he sighed, turning for the door without giving John a second thought. "Kyle'll ream me out if I show up with blood on my gear" he pulled Rin along with him somewhat possessively, looping an arm around her waist because nowhe could.  Now they didn't have to worry.  Now she was his and he hers.  And John wasn't a factor.