May as well be a mass, a black hole for as much as he gives against Marcus' struggling or panicking or laughing. The last grates along his eardrums even through the cowl; never can tell if the kind of giggling is insanity or insecurity. The best thing to do it wait, wait it out a few seconds before jimmying him up a little higher, bare white teeth under all the black and gray. "Adia. Evans. You can tell me, or she can tell the GCPD."