Again, Marco shrugged. "There's gotta be, right? Or a cafeteria? I don't know, man. I'm not sure I could eat at a time like this."
Then finally, there they were, at level one. Marco had expected the stairs to bring them directly to a receptionist desk, or it not that, then something that looked like it might be a labyrinth of locked doors, but no. Just more house. He took a few steps, not yet willing to leave the immediate area, but hoping to find something he missed.
"Fuck!" he finally barked. He grit his teeth as he gestured around the room with one arm. "There's no desk! There's no receptionist! Where the fuck... There's not even a fucking guard! I don't understand this place!" Marco's fear over this new situation was finally catching up with him, and he didn't care if Rhett saw it or not.