No, Mark wasn't nearly as street savvy as Roger was. For the most part, his upbringing had been downright sheltered in comparison. His idea of a fight used to be an argument over a girl for the next cousin's bar mitzvah. He'd had a rude awakening on moving into the city. But he was getting there. And somehow he had the feeling that fighting off whatever this place was about to throw at him would be a lot different than fighting off back alley bullies.
Well. Maybe not entirely. Seeing as there were bullies here, too.
"It makes sense," he admitted, considering what Roger had just said. His tea had probably gone cold during one of his rants or his barrage of questions or maybe his pacing attack. Dropping down on to the couch with a flourish, he took a sip anyway and thought out loud. "I mean, if you saw Han Solo running around, you'd probably go, 'Hey, it's Harrison Ford', right? So...someone out there looked at you and thought of the person who 'played' Roger in the show." This was insane. He was talking about having someone else's face, or rather, someone's face being his, like it was absolutely nothing. "I wonder if that means somewhere there's a guy who 'played' Mark once. Well, I guess they would have had to, wouldn't they?" He nodded at the computer, one Collins would have killed to get his hands on.
He settled back on the couch, growing quiet for the first time in a while. Considering all that he'd learned, he had to take some time eventually to let it all sink in. But the issue was, he was itching to keep moving, to get started, to explore the city he'd found himself in.