It was a little too perfect and that was a scary thing. Marian may have only been twenty-one, but life had a habit of kicking her when things were starting to go well. She knew Robin suffered from the same issue. Combined, their luck seemed to never hold out. And it did worry her that things seemed to be falling into place. This was an Apocalypse, after all, and their lives were in danger.
But dying so young had taught her a lot on her return. She had to live for every moment because otherwise, what was the point? This place, dangerous though it was, had given her a second chance at life. And she planned to grasp on to it with both hands and take it and live it.
So when he tried to sound scary and intimidating, she simply laughed. "He has Jane helping him with paint. I'm sure she won't let him come home with chartreuse or do polka dots." Her grin widened and she buried her face in his chest, breathing him in. And, in the process, getting more paint on his shirt. Or more on her cheeks. Hard to tell. "If he does, though, well...we just won't include his rooms on the tour!"