"Hey, excuse you, Rachel was the elephant." Marco replied, forgetting for a barest second that this woman had no idea who he was because whoever saw a gorilla at a circus? Please. Shame Rachel was dead, or he'd tease her with peanuts once he finally got out of here. He raised an eyebrow.

"No. Telepathy. Talking in your head." Marco tapped the side of his head, "I can get us in there in..." He stopped and thought. He was out of practice compared to the war, but he could still morph fairly quickly, "3 minutes?" Shapeshifting into an alien was a bad idea since he didn't know if it would freak the woman out, but there was always the direct method of just ripping the fence open.