That 'no rest for the wicked' thing had never been proven right before to Juno, but it was proven now. The second Marco darted away from her she turned to look where he'd gone, and since she might be under-educated but certainly not stupid she added Pam to the bucket and got the right notion fairly quickly. Scrambling to get on her feet - fucking drugs they put them to sleep with - Juno watched as a myriad of good souls stepped forward before her while Marco and Pam engaged in some kind of tug-of-war for a goddamn bucket. And its contents, she was sure of it. Fucking Hathaway.
"Marco!" she called as she got on her knees, hearing Oliver try to get Marco back to her. She was fine, beyond fine for someone who thought she'd wake up in a torture chamber chained to a wall, but anything to keep Marco and Pam from...scratching each other violently? Probably. She scrambled to her feet, walking over the people still half-lying down, and went to stand next to Oliver, as close to Marco as she could in order to whisper to him. "That's not him, it's not your octopus, it's the real thing and she's not gonna get rid of it 'cause she's an animal loving nutbag."
Much as she had done before and seen results, Juno put her hands on his face and tried to get him to look at her. "This is real, baboso we're in Mount Zenith: Tropicalia Edition. It's all really happening. Come on."