Marshall approached the Luteces' laboratory with more than a little trepidation. Hands jammed down in his pockets, he shuffled past the damn yarn store (of all dumb things) and stood in front of the door that must lead to the address the twins had specified. He didn't knock right away. Instead, he stood for a moment, contemplating if he shouldn't just take off.
Did he really want to know why he came back from the dead? Was poking into the specifics just pushing his luck? Shouldn't he just chalk it up to the powers that be and (he hoped) an excess of midichlorians on his blood? Jedi or not, Marshall couldn't help but be curious and so, after several long moments, he knocked on the Luteces' door.
"Hello?" Marshall called in a slightly tremulous voice. He cleared his throat and coughed, trying to sound more like the tough and gristled New Yorker he was instead of the spooked 6 year old girl in a haunted house he currently sounded like.
"Um, scientists? It's me, Marshall? Marshall Eriksen? I was told there would be gouda?"