Marcus stood by the group, barely listening to what the captain had to say as he was looking him up and down. The centipede-like body may have repulsed others, but for Marcus he couldn't help but be fascinated. So he shamelessly gawked half the time, though it was not out of disgust. 

Pulling loose strands of dark hair out of his eyes, Marcus scanned the group of shuttle one. None of them he had much interaction, and barely remembered anybody's name. Marcus had been quite the extrovert with many of the crew members, joking and sharing drinks. Yet there was still a distance between Marcus and the rest.

He pulled himself into the vessel, right behind the medic. He was grinning from ear to ear, as he took his seat. Though he did notice the medic staring creepily intensely at a trinket in his hand. "Hey fella," Marcus greeted, a slight drawl to his voice. "You leaving that here?"