Frowning a little to himself, Marco watched Lana's feet as she wandered further out into the snow. Had he said something wrong? He wasn't good at keeping track of his tone on some days, and understanding other people was even harder. Sure, he was feeling impatient, and a little achy, and hungover, but... He didn't actually have a but. Maybe he had been rude, even though he didn't think he had.
He told himself that he didn't care that he had been misread, but it just made him more drawn to finding his dope, so he could have the one damn comfort that made him feel okay. He chewed on his thumbnail for a moment before calling out to Lana. "You gonna be okay if I run to the bathroom? You can bring Bearbear inside once she shits, if you're cold."
Bearbear was distracted from her task, though, as the woman approached. Tail wagging, she let out a few playful yips before she tried to run in a wide circle around Lana, the snow slowing her down.