"I never seen those movies. I like Star Wars, though. That's a good good one." And just like that, for the moment, Marco was distracted by thinking about X-wings and the Death Star. He laughed softly to himself as he took another drink, then set the bottle back down only to notice, not for the first time, his cigarette still sitting there, and with a little surprised sound of glee, he picked it up and took a long pull from it. He didn't put it down right away.
"It's just not a very a nice question," he added after a moment. "It's like, it's a personal thing, right? Like, hey, were you in jaaaiiil before you got here? Were you in the mooorgue-- Oh, no, that one isn't right. Tha's s'okay. It's still just, like... You know, I don't even know you. So. It's fucked. And I wasn't there. But I am crazy." He tilted his head back and nodded lazily.