Marshall helps the man up as he reached out to grab Marshall's hand. "Don't apologise man, it's all good. I'm Marshall, Marshall Scott. Nice to meet you." Marshall liked the guy already - polite, and graceful. Something the soldiers hadn't shown, and some of the other refugees. "We're all new bro. I've got some bars I could give to you for your -" Marshall stopped his sentence as he saw the way Luke had looked at Sophia. Marshall realised that Luke had just then realised how famous she was. Marshall sees that Luke puts out his hand at Marshall, and he does the same. A firm, gripped hand shake.

Marshall can see how the man's acting. Nervous, perhaps. Marshall listens to his speech. "Oh you were alone? I was with some... I was alone when I arrived. The camp is quite, I dunno. Scary? At first. I guess, it was to me anyway. It's the reality maybe, that it's all to good to be true? I dunno. Sorry, I babble on." Marshall chuckles. A new, friendly face.

Luke says how he has to go and talks on the subject. "Hell yeah we'll see you around. You know where the tent's at! See you around man." Marshall says as Luke left the tent. Marshall turns around to the girls. "Cool dude." Marshall stated, informing them of his opinion. "Seemed a little nervous though. I guess we all were at first, right?" Marshall enquires. He takes a second to think about the guy. His hair reminded him of Charlie's hair. He thinks about how quick Charlie's life was taken. It was really damn fast. But is this different? Will it be the same again? Maybe the Military do have this shit under control. Perhaps it's only a matter of time, right? Until things go back to the way they used to be. Marshall snaps out of deep thought. "Chocolate, guys?" Marshall says, holding out a candy bar - offering it to the girls.