Shit. Marco had a hatchet. And he wasn't himself. At least Owen hoped he wasn't, otherwise the guy was starting to lose it. Like Cecilia, Owen was disappointed. Not surprised, but still disappointed. Was the guy that desperate? Cecilia had thought he'd been doing well, and now he was here, trying to hack his way into a room to steal medications. It was a frustrating situation, because no one here should have to be worrying about this. They were all in this situation, dealing with this place and Marco was making sure they had one extra problem to deal with. Him.
"Marco, let's go," Owen said, struggling to keep the anger from his tone. "Let's go outside and get some fresh air, okay? This is a pointless endeavor, man."