Being called to the Menagerie was a welcomed surprise for Marco. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on or why he'd be needed there - it seemed a place a veterinarian would be useful more than an ex-Paramedic, but he was happy to grab his duffle from his station and head out into the night. Anything to get out of the station and away from checking supplies for the hundredth time this evening alone.
Marco was still trying to get used to the tents moving and that he wasn't going to be able to rely on the scent map he normally relied on, but he'd already realized that each tent retained their specific scents and they popped up like new dots on some internal radar when he zoned in on something specific. It took him a moment to get to his destination, but by the time he locked on the scent he was able to join the small party at the entrance in time to hear that there was probable danger ahead. His brow cocking as he came to a standstill near Nikolaos and Freya, tilting his head up to look towards the Raven.
"Well, that's a good omen, I'm sure," Marco quipped with a deep inhale and quick exhale before turning his dark eyes towards the other male, "I could just run in and tackle the guy?" Marco offered as if it seemed to be the most obvious thing to do. Take out the perpetrator and allow someone to have a chance to calm down the animals inside. Right?