Marc looked surprised at Havens statement, then a little angry. He looked away, as if trying to figure out wheither or not he should confront Haven. He understood that the girls don't trust him, but Haven was acting like he killed her puppy or something. He was only doing his job, and even then it was practically with a gun to his head. It took him a long time to be able to sneak out of that house with the leader of the group to attack someone in cold blood. Marcus shook his head and walked away, deciding it wasn't worth it to fight with someone half his age. Instead he went into his back pack and started to pack up the medical kit, putting it in his pack. Looking back at Haven he growled, "I get that you don't trust me, I'm a big guy and everything is fucked, but you don't have to act like I killed your dad or something... I was doing what I was told for the survival of myself... And I am not going to apologize for that..." He narrowed his eyes, realizing his posture was rather hostile.
He took a few steps back, starting to calm down now. His mouth was still tight, but his body relaxed. There was a soft creek in the doorway that made Marc spin around, as if about ready to pull a gun. It was only Jenga staring at the two of them with a slight frown. She knew Haven didn't trust Marc, so she probably confronted him on it or something, which got Marc mad. Deciding not to pour gasoline on the fire, she simply said, "Does that truck of yours have gas, M?" She asked, making up her own nick name for Marcus. Marcs eyebrow raised a bit, but he didn't question the new name, answering, "Yup. Almost a full tank. We could easily get all the way across the island if we needed to. Why, you fixin' to leave?" Jenga nodded. It was too dangerous here, seeing as there would be more bandits on the way any minute now. M understood, fishing the keys out of his pockets. "I have a house on the military base we could hold up in, although it's a few hour drive from here, it's kinda hard to get to," Marc suggested.
Jenga looked over to Haven a 'we going to do this?' look in her eye.