Marc frowned up at Wanda, his headache really starting to kick in as she started asking questions. He could guess how this was going to end up, with the Doc being brought into this, and...
"How did I take control? What the hell? Do you think I'm possessing him or some bullshit like that? Is that it?" He started gathering up his stuff as he spoke, clearly agitated as he got to his feet. He wrapped the sandwich up and looked round for one of the trash robots. It had been a good sandwich, too, but he was starting to get wound up and his appetite had vanished, and he couldn't exactly bring it back to the apartment for later.