Marco looked down at the woman's shoes and shrugged, "They're alright." He wasn't wearing any. He'd ditched the tailored tux for his morphing outfit. While he looked completely ridiculous running around in spandex, making real clothes took too much energy with nobody to watch his back, "Kinda interesting how dead guys can have grip strength, huh?"

Sure, he could have morphed and torn through the fence for the woman, but Marco wasn't anyone's babysitter.

He gave her a sarcastic little wave as she sized him up, then laughed, "More like I want to know what's writing graffiti before it tries to attack me in the middle of the night." Also he wanted to know how dumb the other people here were, "That said, sure. I'm bored." Another shrug.

He had no (okay, very few) qualms about turning into a bird and leaving her if he needed to. And he definitely wasn't doing this because rushing into stupid situations with blonde girls was something he missed. At all.