The dismissal stings more than Marco's willing to let show, but he picks up his own glass with a huff and puts back the soda as if it was a shot, then nudges the glass back at York and gives her drink a pointed Look, expecting her to put that in his glass, too.

"Right, if someone just wanted you dead, they could do that. Now, if someone wanted you dead, but didn't want to make it look like they wanted you dead, they'd send you into a deathtrap and just act really incompetent. Or, better yet, pay someone else who's already incompetent to come in here and hire you out to do something that looks like easy money on your end."

After all the shit she gave him for being stupid, he's not going to miss a chance to tell her exactly what he thinks of this, weird as it is for him to be lecturing someone more than twice his age. It's not out of concern for her well-being, though; he just needs to validate his personal paranoia metric.