"Yeah, sure. Or maybe this is bigger than some drunk being pissed that you cut them off after one too many. Now all they know is that one grenade isn't enough to put you down."

Marco's entire life has been one continuous stupid action movie plot for the past few months as far as he's concerned, but between the sketchy bullshit he's been a part of, his innate ability to suspect absolutely everything, and the tension he knows is ever growing on the station, he knows it has to be justified somehow. Life couldn't just be this weird and coincidental all the time.

"But speaking of drunks, come on, York, throw me a bone here, I've had a shitty couple of weeks."