Marco still wasn't really sure what Jim was talking about. He didn't know what an Oblate was, and didn't really care. He didn't know why Juno had called him Father Wiki. He decided that it would be easier to just space out, but just as he started, the man was asking how they'd met. Was that not obvious, when they were all stuck there?
On some level, he knew he was just annoyed at this dude because of the collar, but his awareness didn't make him want to mess with the guy any less. His eyebrows both shot up, and he turned his head, giving him side-eye. "Why the hell would we know each other before we got here? You know there's a lot of people on the planet that are this color, right? Whole countries of us, even. I know, it's confusing, two Mexican people in this sea of white, but there's a ninety six percent chance that we're not actually related or anything."