"I like the way you think." Marcus said as his frindly grin turned into a devious smirk. "Well then, lets get-" he was cut off by a voice of a tone he had not heard longer then he cared to admit: a woman. He turned to see the source of this voice so soft in the air to see a gorgeous woman walking their way with such confidance he could have mistaken her for the captain. "Well, well, well." He exclaimed looking her over. "Who is this that graces us with her angelic presence?" He asked with a graceful deep bow. In the distance behind him and Jason he could hear rapid footsteps approach. He cursed under his breath. "Halt the introduction we have-" just then he was able to spot a short girl dressed in robes running towards them hand in the air. "Who is..." he stopped as they ran into a pole. Marcus's face became worried as he realized that there were now a number of different prisoners out and about. "Jason we need to hurry and get to the bridge to find out how many others are out." He couldn't care less whowas out if just a hand full of the others were still contained.