Marco had heard it, though he had no way of knowing that that had been what he'd heard when he'd woken up to so many noises the night before. But that wasn't on his mind at all. As soon as Kate came back with a bucket full of who knows what, Marco kept his gaze on her. What was in the bucket? He didn't know. Probably nothing good, though, that was for sure. Once she had gloves on and a rag in her hand, which she then dipped into the mysterious liquid, that was enough for Marco. He pulled himself up off the floor, just so he could further press his back into that corner.
"What is that?!" he snapped. "What is that? What are you doing? No, no, I don't want that here, you need to go. You need to get away from me, I don't want any of you near me." He looked towards the door, then up to Juno, his gaze going back and forth. He tipped his head again, pressing his ear into his shoulder in an attempt to quiet things down. "J-Juno, you need to, uh… The sharp thing. The knife. Juno, get the knife," he begged, pointing. He didn't want that on the floor where anyone could grab it, that was for sure.