Marco just watched her, and he actually felt bad for a moment as she pressed her hands to her ears. He hadn't meant to mess with her head, and fuck, did he know how things could echo in his brain. Just because he could sometimes ignore it didn't mean that his brain ever stopped feeling like a damn nightmare circus. But she didn't yell, so that was something. He continued to watch her curiously, even when she'd stopped talking.
"Well," he said after a moment, "Star Wars has a bunch of sequels, so that makes it a better movie, so I want to watch that. That's your logic." He turned to look up at the screen, only confirming that yeah, he didn't like this movie. "Your the chick who's off her meds, right? So you have bad judgement anyway." He scratched his head and tried not to think too hard on the irony of a drug addict telling someone that they have bad judgement.