Marty was starting to think he'd spent too much time with G and Sam. He was getting paranoid. Had to be because he could have sworn the entire tone of the evening had just shifted on it's side to resemble an Eagles concert. That was the last place he could remember this sort of loose vibe shared among a group of people. But, that didn't make any sense.
And then it hit him.
He might have questioned his own perceptions, worries of the job getting to him. But, when outside confirmation came int he form of Marks at his side stating the obvious, Marty wanted to punch someone...or he would have if he wasn't caught in the mellow from the high. It was a necessary evil undercover. But, mellow and Mr. Laid Back were as much cover stories as anything else for Marty. He did not enjoy feeling like things were out of his control in the field. Like it or not, this was 'the field' now, even if they lived here.
"We are." He tried to reach out for Savannah with his mind to check on her and the baby, but it was slow and difficult to focus. Blinking, he stopped before he gave himself a headache he couldn't afford on top of this. "Alright. You check him. I've got the food and I'll give Reese the heads up. Let me know." And if someone had tampered with the food or this was somehow Thomas' doing, Marty would kill him for putting the kids in danger.