"Yeah, because this place is crawling with cops, and that would be their first concern. Hell, things here are so bad I bet if there were cops, none of them would follow me around." That's how bad it was, "Cause you're hot. Duh." He didn't expect her to take him up on it. It was just... a thing he did.

"Damn straight," Marco said with pride. Rambo was an awesome nickname. He'd take it. Sure, Rachel was way more Rambo-ey than he'd ever been, but still. Awesome, "Better a living paranoid freak than a dead idiot."

He wrinkled his nose, "And about as appetizing as one. Seriously. Good reminder of why I live on junk food back home." Still, salt was salt, so he picked up a pickle, "You really don't appreciate spices until you don't have any." Food wasn't a problem. It just all tasted terrible.