Marcus was pretty sure, at this point, the coffee machine was mocking him. It wouldn’t surprise him, and, honestly, it was probably within its rights. He’d been messing with the damn thing most of the day, after a night spent up half on the street and half at the sad excuse of a table he called a desk at the apartment. Caffeine may not actually do a whole lot for him, but a placebo effect was better than nothing.
He figures he probably could’ve pulled off last night, gotten back to the precinct at a decent time, finished up the paperwork he needed to before disappearing for the next moon. But he’d spent the last couple of nights on foot, trying to get a better grasp on the ebb and flow of people that late at night. He didn’t have much for his efforts - he could work the same beat for weeks and he knew it’d take that and more just to become a regular face, let alone a trusted one, for certain communities. He had to put time into it, and he couldn’t do that sitting behind a desk, even if the late hours were coming back to bite him.
Too focused on the coffee he’d finally managed to weedle out of the machine, he didn’t hear someone coming up behind him. But, thankfully, he didn’t startle too badly either. Maybe adding more sugar to his caffeine was a bad idea at this point.
“Sorry, yeah, that’s me. What can I do for you…?” He didn’t recognize the man, but that didn’t really mean much, and he knew it. He had to say he was a little surprised that he hadn’t at least heard about another wolf around though. That would’ve been...useful information, for his nerves if nothing else, a couple months ago.