That was twice, now, that she'd surprised him. This time, the confusion managed to register in his features. He snorted, and for a split second he did resemble some sort of animal. One that had just been blown in the face with a can of air or heard a startling, unnatural sound. Again, he just couldn't tell whether or not she was mocking him. If she'd just left, he could have chalked it up to fear of him, but instead she just kept standing there not at all sounding scared... and the way she repeated him and drew out the so sounded very much like a tease. He wasn't used to that from strangers. Angry threats and insults, sure, but not that calm, hidden-meaning teasing tone. That kind of shit usually came from the women who knew him well enough to know he wouldn't actually hit a woman, and this one... He couldn't even remember her name. She was one of the asian-looking chicks. So she couldn't know him that well, either.
Could she?
Damn, now there was a chilling thought. Luckily, he didn't believe in psychics.
Marcus nodded at her, trying to shrug off his own mental discomfort, and made a have-at-it gesture towards the machine, taking a step back and watching her to see what she was going to do. He felt instinctively that someone was calling the other person's bluff here, but he wasn't at all sure who was playing which part. "Like I said before, then. All yours, chica."