The problem with the Village was that there were too many damn scents of creatures and weres that focusing on anything that wasn't Aletha or food was extremely difficult for someone like Marco. It was frustrating because he tended to work off of the scent map in his mind and not his vision first. Hearing Ana, for the first time, was weird as he hadn't expected the sound to come from behind. The Spanish tipping him off to the fact that it was her before he actually spun around to greet her.
His smile was a bit lopsided and could possibly be categorized as goofy. Normally he didn't smile to smile, but he knew very key things about Ana that made him want to smile. She enjoyed food as much as him, she could cook food he was sure to love, she'd share, and even though the scent of feline wafted off of her like heat off of a pond, she felt like Pack. "Hey," the single word holding the tone of a greeting and somehow an apology for just showing up all at the same time. He moved out of her way, but also offered the box towards her, not to take, but to view, "I bring offerings of the edible type to lift your spirits and because mi amor has forbidden me to hide food from her for myself." It was and was not a joke, his smile turning to a cocked smirk. At least he listened and did what he was told?