There was something about a half-submerged person smoking a cigarette that Marco found funny, though he couldn't really explain it. It was a little like smoking with a tattooed merman, or maybe it was just that fire and water didn't belong together? Whatever it was, he couldn't help but smirk as Felix settled.
He pulled his own cigarette back up to his lips, letting it perch there as he looked out to the surrounding area again. "If we had signed up for this, parts of it would be a really cool vacation," he agreed, "but yeah, those mats were so much more fucking comfortable when we first found them. I fucking... um... I don't know. I thought we walked so much yesterday that sleeping anywhere would be good, but nope." He tapped the ash off his cigarette into the water, away from Felix, before glancing down at the guy's clothes. He was about to offer to move them, but paused, looking a little longer at what was there. "You naked?" he asked, snickering.