[Eyes track the bottle with the anti-cyborg sentiment loudly displaced on the label. Markus makes no outward sign of offense, but he sure isn’t touchin’ that, no sir.

Bad boy side, a phrase that has Markus actually scoffing a little, as if the title is too fantastical for someone who was just overtly curious.]

It probably didn’t help that we weren’t supposed to be there in the first place.

[“We”, himself and Daisy, he means.]

Attempted to break up a fight. It was the kind that we’ve seen before, drug-induced this time. [Lips press into a thin frown.] Uncontrolled anger. Remember?