Long hike or not, Felix was still dressed like a bit of a lush, with his sunglasses hanging off of his nose, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, and his not-travel coffee mug hanging off of his hand, even though the actual contents had disappeared almost half an hour earlier. He wore his camo cat shirt, and a pair of jeans that were rolled practically up to his knees, showing off a pair of socks he'd stretched up as high as they would go over his calves before delving down under his boots. His leather bracelet sat layered over his Zenith ID on his wrist, but he'd left the rings at home, but he'd left the rings at home, mostly because he'd forgotten them in the scramble to get redressed after the quickie so they wouldn't leave Marco hanging for too long. He figured he was probably still rocking the bed head.
He'd brought his pack along with a few essentials, through frankly he was pretty sick of the damn thing after his sprint to Marker 7 and back again, but a new marker meant potentially new stuff, even if it was going to be harder to sneak it with company.
And company was good, he decided. At the very least it was better than wandering around alone.
"The tower thing, right?" Felix replied, the cigarette bobbing as he took a wide, almost dramatic step over a fallen branch. "Well, we're going into the crater, or whatever the fuck we're calling it, right? I wouldn't put it past them to put a tower in a ditch for the hell of it, but I'm hoping it's a hot sprint or something. And the lanterns are just set up like tiki torches or some shit." He used his free hand to indicate two spots on either side of him as he walked, as if he were setting stakes into the ground. "Just chill out for a few hours, soak up, walk back. Easy."