Marcus drew his lips apart at this, his mouth not quite sure whether it wanted to form itself into a smirk or a frown. Were he either inebriated or not in the presence of the Aschen, he might've found the suggestion somewhat humorous, but instead he remained rather still. Save for his right hand, which arched over his shoulder as he flipped him the bird. Taking the shot glass, which soon found itself in a rather convenient locale near him, in his left hand, he sent it back, welcoming the rotgut with open arms, so to speak. "I'd be more worried about that if I were you." He left the insinuation dangling in the air, not bothering to look at him as he readied another drink on the holo-menu.
The woman, however, couldn't take a hint. It wasn't that she was unattractive physically, such a statement was rather unfitting, but she seemed to be something of a manipulator. Slinking closer to him, in a way that he was almost ready to describe as serpentine, she spoke words that, were he not already on a mental tangent, probably would've had him wrapped around her finger. But she'd already pulled the wrong piece out of the fucking Jenga tower.
"I actually had a rather nice day, today." He said, glancing over her, "At least before I came here, and..." He paused as she placed a hand on his arm, ushering a glance, "... I'm sorry to hear about your misfortune. I'm corporal Sheffield, and..." He placed his hand on hers, a smile that seemed to draw a line between pained and sarcastic made a home on his face, "... I'm not interested." He tossed the hand away, returning again to the new shot that'd made itself home in front of him.