Marquis stood near the machine, a camera held onto his neck by a lanyard and a sketchbook in his right hand. "Oh. Hello Baren." He said quite calmly, providing a polite wave with his right hand before returning his attention to the object that he had come to study only a few minutes ago. "To answer your question, it's been quite adequate, although I must say, the buzz surrounding this thing is insurmountable. Getting quite annoying, if I do say so myself." He shook his head a little bit at the thought of all of the chatter that he'd heard about the machine itself. "I understand that "scientists" say that it's supposed to be some stupid portal to another dimension, or something like that, but I think it's bunk. This entire museum is bunk, if you ask me. I'm only here because the flood of people here allows me to do a lot of onsite sketching and things like that." 

He fumbled with a knob on his camera as he returned his gaze to his acquaintance. "I assume you're here to smoke the remains of the burning bush's descendants, to which I say, power to you "brother."" After this sentence left his being, he went silent again so as to let Mark retaliate. Although he had sort of rambled off quite a bit.