Rhett hadn't really paid Marco's arms any attention until he folded them; he recognized the scars and while a small part of his mind made the connection, his other concerns were more pressing at the moment.
"Uh? Oh, yeah..." He filed away the sudden topic switch for something to keep in mind later. "They took the stuff in my pockets too. They usually keep that stuff around, I think..." Not that he was really sure who they were, but he didn't dwell on that right away, instead his thoughts were tugged towards Marco's words. A deck of cards?
"Doesn't make sense for them to throw it away, after all..." He mumbled slowly, adding onto his previous statement. "They took my wallet and my pocket knife too... I don't really get why they'd take my wallet, but I had thought they didn't want me to wake up with a weapon." His brow furrowed. "Why would they take your cards though? It's... They gave us our clothes back, but they're just cleaning out all our shit, no matter how random it is?"