[ Marco's gut finally hits rock bottom, bounces a little, and settles into a heavy puddle somewhere around his ankles. Now that he can feel the ground again, he starts to recover himself.

And he's not that happy, either. ]

The Talons aren't going to care about anything they don't know about. So how about you help me not get killed by not talking about this, okay? Everyone and their mother except for you thinks I'm the stupid pizza boy who found a dead body. [ Prowl, you're getting that stare bounced back at you now. ] Except for you.