At first, he’s oblivious. Caught up in playing with the blueprints she’d given him for fixer gear, adding his own twist to weapons that were already deadly enough, but needed a little more pizzazz. Off in his own little world of studs and explosions until he’s very rudely interrupted, Marcus’s elbow slamming into his side with enough force that it knocks the air from him. As him gasping out a curse and jabbing the man in return with a screwdriver threateningly. “What the fuck-”
And then he realizes that the call for the pretty boy had been meant for him, and Wrench is jumping to his feet so fast he knocks his stool over. Awkwardly bending to pick it up before following after her like the world’s most confused duckling.
“Shit, yeah, I’m a pretty boy -”