Marco's steps faltered at the sound of a voice, and in the short moment where he couldn't find the source, he worried that maybe he'd gone too long without taking his meds. He remembered taking them the day before-- at least, he thought it was the day before --so he should have been okay. Right?
He let out a relieved sigh as someone came around the corner. "Shit, hey. You freaked me out for a second, man," he said, laughing nervously. He paused on the steps, looking up at the new guy and making him appear even shorter than he already was. Judging by the guy's panic (and attire), he wasn't the owner of the house, but Marco went ahead and asked anyway. "Is this your house? Or... rehab? Resort? What the fuck is this place?"