Marshall didn't have the energy to make any jokes with Vlad so once he was unstrapped from the chair he slumped to his cell pulled on a red flannel shirt and jeans before shakily climbing up the stairs out of the basement. He looked frail and tired as he stumbled through the halls, having to grab the wall a few times to keep from falling. But he eventually made it to the cafeteria where he fell to his knees. "Son of a bitch!"