"I'm not really a fan of jail." Marty pulled a face just thinking about it - he'd spend a few hours in a cell more than once before, but that didn't mean he liked it. And he didn't really blame the cheerleader for being upset about being put there - all of this was a lot to take in, but then he knew better than to upset Hetty. He did let himself have just a moment to grin at the slight twang that was slipping into her words when she spoke - he hadn't expected that.
"I'm not trying to accomplish anything ... well I mean, I'd like to know your name, and maybe not to be called fat anymore, I have feelings you know, sensitive ones." He frowned at her. "I could run with you though, prove just how not out of shape I am." He grinned at that suggestion, he liked working out after all, he could run, you know, to prove just how not out of shape and fat he was.