Twice? Twice? The notion of someone who could even produce such a phenomenal level of bullshit was unthinkable to Marco, and he rolled his eyes once it became clear that this dude was pretty dead set on being Helpful.

"Okay, big guy, you want to help me out? Get me on the next shuttle ride back to good ol' sunny California, because if I'm not home before dark, I'm going to be grounded until I'm thirty." The dopey look on his face dropped off; Marco also folded his arms and returned an expression that was even more unimpressed than the one North gave him. It seemed a shallow reason to want to get off the station, but he had already passed the point of wanting to scream for the ride to stop and just wanted to quit going from one mildly nightmarish situation to the next.