"I could walk out of here and walk back in as an old lady, if that'd make you more comfortable." Marco said with a roll of his eyes. Like hell he believed she cared about the law, given how she'd acted so far. Puh-leeze. He wasn't stupid, "Oh hey, peanuts!" What? He liked peanuts! So sue him! And it's not like there were any growing around there.

He recognized that look, and tilted his head at her. That was the 'What can I do to take this person out' look. Marco held her gaze, "Look, alkie," He didn't say it as an insult, just as a fact. She was obviously an alcoholic, but it wasn't exactly his place to judge anyone else's coping mechanisms. Hell, he'd probably have an alcohol problem himself if he didn't have to go out in public so much so everybody would leave Jake alone, "First, you can't take me, so don't try. Second, chill out a bit, okay?"

It was disgusting, but Marco sat on the floor, "You've got to taper. That or figure out how to make booze. Who knows how long you're going to be stuck here, and this doesn't strike me as a good place to go through detox. Something's gonna eat your face. If you want to be fucked up the whole time you're here, I can't blame you, but you should find something sustainable."

"Plus, if you wander around reeking of alcohol and don't share, people might kill you if the monsters don't. So I'd recommend dialing it back or learning to share."

Marco watched her closely, "I mean, or you can drink yourself to death. Whatever. I'm not your dad."