"But you're wearing it," Marcus says, his eyes following the pair of them, "aren't you?"

Strange sensation: his instincts know what's going on and his brain hasn't caught up yet. He takes two steps, tailing Joan and Daniel as they stagger towards the door. His eyes track Joan's arm about Daniel and, abruptly, he remembers that she has a knife.

She unlocks the door. He opens his mouth, and acts on his oldest instinct: attack first, draw fire. Provoke what's hiding out into the open. "What, you surprised I didn't tell you?" He breathes in, though it doesn't feel like it takes. He can feel sweat sticking beneath the collar of his shirt. "Why would I tell you, Joan, hm?"