Marco was starting to find this woman unsettling, and most of it had to do with her mentioning asylums, all while sitting there staring at him in a way that made it feel like she was interrogating him. Sure, he was probably being paranoid, and that probably had to do with how recently he had come back out of his episode more than anything, but still. Asylums. If his mother could have dropped him off in one of those now-gone torture hospitals to be lobotomized, she would have, and he knew because she had said as much. He would never not be unsettled by the idea of being in one of those.
"Asylums don't exist anymore," he muttered, for both of their benefits. "What... What? Are you gonna fuckin' study me?" He was getting louder now that he was uncomfortable, but he at least kept his motions to himself, still swaying as he sat on the bar. Annoyed, but not a violent drunk. "You can't make m'go back there. You're crazy. I'm jus' havin'a drink. So... Your shorts are weird." Yeah. He sure showed her.