Eventually the number of pursuers dwindled before they ceased to appear all together.  That was when Marcus came out of the trees to rejoin them at the rear of the group.  He had taken his helmet off, not wanting anyone to mistaken him for the enemy, but held it tightly in one hand still.  It could be useful later on.  To his back was strapped a single shot rifle, and he had about five pistols on his person in various places along with ammo and spare clips.  Instead of shorts and sneakers, he was now wearing some unfortunate man's pants and boots.  He looked much more natural this way, even with dirt and grime on his skin and a perhaps to tight grip on the helmet and pistol.  

Seeing Rin was a relief, and tension was almost visible seeping out of his shoulders and stance as he watched them from behind.  She might've been trailing, but she was there and still walking so Marcus took that as a win.