"I noticed," Espio couldn't help but grumble - yeah, fine, okay Grell, leave him to deal with serious-business-mode Marco, why don't you? "And seriously Marco, whatever place your head's gone to, do us a favour and get it out of there! Or at least wait until tomorrow, because honestly? I just wanted to prat about and make a mess just this once, like your normal college-aged kid! Which I never get to do! I've been looking out for everyone else since I was a kid, I never had time to just be an idiot for the sake of being an idiot! And now I'm an instructor in a military school on a planet I can barely bring myself to care about, with no hope of ever seeing home again, and no chance of ever going back to the job I love for the people and the world I care about? Maybe I should just go find a tall building and throw myself off it!"

Suddenly aware, however, that his scales had been slowly turning a deep red-purple, the fact he was being perhaps a tiny bit melodramatic and unreasonable dawned on him. Rather than actually dealing with it, however, he instead settled for turning invisible and storming off, stopping only briefly to pick up that spare balloon full of fake blood he had lying around and hurling it towards Marco's back.