When she opened the door further, it made sense why she was so freaked out. From the looks of it, she was still a kid. Marc watched her warily a moment, bits of concern seeping through his expression before pushing a smile onto his face.
"It's not a bother. We gotta eat, right?" He turned, motioning for her to follow him as he moved into the kitchen. "And I'm definitely not a sir," he chuckled. "Just a Marc."
He started rooting through the cabinets, looking for something easy to make. Procuring a shake and cook thing of pancakes, he showed her the bottle. "Pancakes okay?"