Teagan and Marcus (Because I was Too Slow to grab her open, but still want some of that. XD)
The call of "Hey, Rattlesnake lady!" heralds his approach, and Marcus follows it up with a bright grin as he closes the distance between them. He doesn't invade her space too much or touch her; he always kept a respectful distance with others, not the sort to just smack a girl on the ass even if she was one of the camp followers. He was still feeling out the ropes, figuring out who belonged to whom, and where everyone's boundaries were. Besides, it was a point of pride with him that he let others be the ones to initiate physical contact. It wasn't like he was starved for it, as a general rule. So he didn't clap her on the shoulder or try to hug her or even so much as hold out a hand in greeting.
What he does do is give Teagan the once-over with just his gaze, taking in the outfit and accessories from head to toe before chuckling with blatant appreciation. "Never seen you so pretty, mamÃ. You look like fucking Mardi Gras. Easily the queen of this fucking party."
Marcus hadn't exactly ever thanked Teagan for holding him at gunpoint, couldn't bring himself to, really... though that didn't mean he wasn't grateful, or that he hadn't tried to show his gratitude in other ways. Mostly by throwing himself into work. Since his arrival, he'd been quick to offer services where they were needed. Even put aside his personal discomfort around children to see to runny noses and ear infections when it was required, though he much preferred the trauma wounds.
In some ways, this woman had given him a purpose again, and Marcus was not unaware of that debt, even if he didn't address it directly. He'd not only come around on Teagan, he'd actually come to feel as though he owed her. Maybe that would bother him more if she didn't so obviously care for these people. If she weren't also the kind of woman to wear something like a dozen plastic multicolored dick necklaces.