"Like what? What are we going to find?" Marco hissed, making an effort to keep his voice low again. "Rich weirdos? Murderers? Aliens?! I feel like I'm losing it, man. This shit is paranoia-conspiracy shit. Who does this?" Though he didn't seem comforted, Marco seemed to be ready to turn to Rhett for answers, despite understanding that Rhett wouldn't have any more answer than he did.