Scotty frowned at Kiley's comment on his heroics, genuinely a little upset that she couldn't see his attempts at heroism for what they were, but not really sure what to say about it at this point. It was easier to focus on whatever Oliver was doing, and he pointed a finger lazily at Kiley to explain the phone thing. "We were running and she just grabbed some phones off the table."
While Marco hadn't been showing much interest in the conversation up to that point, his head twitched upward as Oliver read off names, and he lowered his arms like he might once again try to sit up, but didn't quite make it. "No, I was with Harper," he gasped, glancing around the stall like maybe she'd silently been there the whole time. His attempts to calm himself seemed to start unraveling at the realization that Harper wasn't on that list. "Harper. She didn't have her phone... I don't... The shed...? It picked me up..."
He raised his arms in the air, trying to show off how the creature had lifted him up off the ground, without really explaining the motion. It did reveal the the scratches that he'd gotten in the first encounter, each line scabbed over already, and the bolder, red line that cut between them all. Still having trouble with the situation, his first though was that he'd somehow missed this much more serious wound. "Ahhh!!" he cried, and while he quickly realized that it wasn't blood, he remained with his arms frozen in the air, twitching and curling his fingers as he tried to figure out how to proceed from here.