Marco & Open
Marco was just finishing the last bits of cotton candy from a bag when he heard the muffled sounds of automated weapons and screams. Brow arched slowly as the last bit of pink fluff was nibbled off of his thumb and index finger before the bag was tossed in the trash bin. Was this a drill of some sort? Shouldn't there have been a warning for the customer's sake alone?
He couldn't help the sudden rush of adrenaline or the beat of his heart when he realized that the noises were not stopping, those screams sounded real, and he wasn't sure where Letha was at this point. There was currently no on eat the BAS and though his break was over he couldn't tuck the need to respond to the commotion away.
On instinct Marco grabbed a duffle he'd thrown together with medical necessities he'd created on his first day of the job out of his need to be prepared for on-the-move emergencies. Everything within had been muffled, but by the time he made his way outside everything seemed sharper in tone. He wasn't near what was happening, but his feet pivoted in the direction as he started walking towards the possible danger.
That had been his life for so many years and habits were hard to break. If he could help someone he was going to help. It was just that simple. It didn't even occur to him to shift to protect, he wasn't even sure what was happening.