Much didn't even notice Marian leaving, talking over top of her. "I'm sorry," he said, genuine, not for the killing of the Sheriff but for the position Marcie was caught in. "It's our lives, though. I wish it wasn't - shit, none of us wants this," he included her, in that. It was pretty obvious from the look on her face she didn't want to be wrapped up in this, but it felt important that she understand he hated it too. "I wish I was just a bartender making bomb-ass cocktails and helping people out, Tuck just wants to look after his people, Marian -" he turned his head, realising she'd gone. "Oh," he said, thrown off, and gave Marcie an awkward, sad smile as he turned back to her. "We're all kinda wound up from being hunted, is all."