And I'm breaking turn order! :O Madness. So much madness!
She was interrupting, but Marcus can't pretend he's not glad to see her. Besides, Griff was too injured to properly hit on, and Marcus didn't even have a proper bed quite yet to invite the guy back to. So he'd mostly been shooting the shit before testing the waters of interest. That could be done when there was less threat of internal damage to influence certain decisions. Besides, the guy was cute, but he'd pulled faces at quality tequila, and Marcus hadn't decided yet how much of a turn off that was (the accent might make up for it... he thoroughly enjoyed the way the man talked). So he just grinned at the wild woman's greeting.
"Mardi Gras! Looking good, Mamí. Feeling out your boy, here. We got real good tequila and real cheap rum," He informs her, making a gesture to indicate the bottle in Griff's hand, and then the abandoned bottle sitting upwards in the dirt next to his chair. "Take your pick. But if you don't like añejo, I'd fucking thank you for drinking that rum instead. I only got so much."